Open Poetry #35 |
Song of Salem - In Memory |
timothysangel1973
since 2001-12-03
Posts 1725Never close enough |
When all about thee Owned the hideous lie! The world, redeemed from superstition’s sway Is breathing freer for thy sake today.” Inscription on the grave of Rebecca Nurse, one of The condemned “witches” of Salem Author - John Greenleaf Whittier Children that don’t get to play or sing Will find other things to do in idol They sure did, this is true - And the disastrous results were final A Caribbean slave weaving stories Sitting next to the kitchen fire Drawing the boredom of mind in No Bible or chores for a while Spectral evidence was the key And the rope that bled the soul Of life that lay within Accused and killed I’m told It was 1692 - A place called Gallow’s Hill Brought in on a wagon I bet the air still holds the chill A life before that moment Hanging from a tree For all the mighty accusers To with their own eye see They died simply because No one could explain The barks, or screams of illusions And the town needed a name The ones that escaped the noose Were left in jail to die The other a victom of peine fort et dure Some released wondering “Why?” The Lords Prayer was recited Something they said could not be done Though he said each and every word …But in the end it was the rope that won They hung because they were different No one cared that innocence lay Within the mouths of these children They could so simply say: “These, they are not witches They do not harm us none We are sorry for lying - A cruel injustice we have done.” But instead, they remained silent Their tongues held still And lives hung in the noose That day on Gallow’s Hill I may hate myself in the morning - but I'm gonna love you tonight -Lee Ann Womack |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
wow Tima, very cool weave of witchy rhyme... you tell it well... |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah, the sad history of the repercussions of those who did not know what could be so very true... Well done, Tima! |
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