Burn Baby Burn
From near and far the cynics traveled
To watch the accused and spellbound burn
Tied to the poles in mounds of straw
Centrally located for all to spurn
Potatoes tossed a rock or two
Rotten fruit and spit and ale
The crowd screamed and yelled
Unbeknownst to the accuseds’ Tale
“Burn Baby Burn” in unison they screamed
Light the fire burn them all add another bale
Death was fast screams were loud
No one stopped this cruel charade
For pain and torture abounded vast
Cruel indecent a heartless tirade
When the embers cooled in the morn
Of the rise of sun of the following day
A vacant plot of land was picked
And the ashes cast and thrown away
Copyright © Kelli White | Year Posted 2018
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