I was inspired by the Salem witch trial and my own personal experiences when I wrote this poem. Seems fitting with the upcoming Halloween season.
Deep in the forests
A lone medicine woman
Creates her herbs and potions
Villagers come with their ailments
Paying a nice fee
Until one forces her to comply
To his lustrous ways
Cursing him for his evil
The town comes searching for blood
Screams of heresy
Witchcraft
Echo through the settlement
Torches illuminate the woods
As the shouts of
Burn the Witch
Throw her to the flames
Fill the forest
Terror laces her face
As they grab her from the hut
Chaining her hands
She cries
How wrong they are
For she is only a medicine woman
Making ointments
Using science
They will hear none of it
All they see is what they want
Pulling her along to her demise
For it is blasphemous to practice magic
Praying to idols
Multiple gods & goddesses
Only one is true
For that is what they are told
Hatred
Evil
Satan
All things she doesn't believe in
On the stake awaiting the flames of fear
She utters
How can I worship something I do not believe exists?
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