Dark Poetry

witches

they called them witches and let them burn.

they said they were put under a spell.

one by one, it became their turn.

they left a story for us to tell.

they cast their stones, let them be spurned,

watched along as each one fell.

nowadays we say we’ve learned,

but we still buy the lies we sell.

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