The Salem Song
MINE. MINE MINE MINE. DO. NOT. STEAL.
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The year was 1692,
the trials began
Women accused.
The tale began with 4 young girls,
Ann, Betty, Beth, and Abigail.
The girls accused some women in town,
Of supposedly worshipping Satan’s crown.
“She killed my sheep! “
“She killed my cow!”
“She wears black clothes!”
“We must catch her now! “
The bells doth toll,
With the sound of death.
“but the bells had rung,
When she came that day!”
No space for doubt,
No space for proof.
The world just got,
Its favourite food.
“She glared at me,
And i stubbed my toe!”
“She looked at me wrong
And i dove flew low!”
“Burn the witch!”
“Purify her soul!”
“The girl will remain,
When the fires slow!”
Burn your daughters,
Burn your niece.
No seed of doubt,
Must be left unreaped.
“A witch!”
Became their new excuse.
To hurt the girls,
For their own amuse!
The crowd believed the loudest voice,
And that voice yelled, “She’s a witch!”
Hang her down,
burn her alive.
She screams? She feels?
She’s a witch in disguise!
And perhaps if we were a part of that time,
They’d see us read, they’d see us rhyme.
They wouldn’t comprehend how women could think,
and together they’d sing, “SHE’S A WITCH!!!”
