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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 © | Year Posted 2018

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October 17, 2018 at 12:56 PM
This does bring the Salem witch trials to mind as I read it today. Kind of dark, very sorrowful but so well written. Nicely done.
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October 17, 2018 at 5:46 AM
Damn, thats some title...sounds like killing of black people, when they were treated like slaves.. horrific times..
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October 17, 2018 at 7:27 AM
It’s Halloween I was thinking witches. But wow I see what you see. Ty SO for pointing out a double headed poem.
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October 16, 2018 at 10:59 PM
"In unison" being the key - things are much more dangerous when the frenzy of a crowd is involved. I can feel this pain, and terrified-ness, and it is awful!
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October 17, 2018 at 7:29 AM
Absolutely thank you Caren. Frenzy creates the guilt of the accused hence the execution
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