The salem witch trials

                                  The girl huddled in the corner     

          She knew once they were here they would take her

                  She would meet her entirnal fate 

The poor girl cried knowing everything would end in only  a few short hours

               She knew she'd meet her death by rope and tree

                     For to them she was only a witch      

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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