About the Poem
This was written on the occasion of the latest Presidential embarrassment. To be fair, I put myself in his shoes, and rolled back 307 years...to Salem Village.
Witch Hunt |
| by Alastair Adamson |
| I am innocent I am innocent Please release me, for I am innocent Before that day in front of The Magistrate I swear I had never seen those girls before I know not their names nor ages Where they live or their families I am innocent All today the axes spoke Rough discourses with each tree felled There is but one punishment for the crime I have been accused of And my memory replays the sickly odor It's dark in here I am innocent The axes stopped, the oxen stopped Time stopped And upon the conflicting testimonies Of three young ladies I was led to the pyre For the blasphemous crime Of Witchcraft |
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4 Visitor Comments
Chuck
I think this poem is wonderful. It really captures the moment of the narrartor.
charlie
I loved your poem because I am currently studying the Salem Witch Trials at school and your poem helped me to step into their shoes nad understand how difficult it must have been to watch your neighnour testify against you, how glad I am that I was not alive in that time. Keep up the good work. !
Raven
I couldn't agree with this more, I myself could go on and on about how wrong the Witch Trials were.......... very well done!
Kitty
Very moving piece... I f he keeps writing like this he will go far...
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