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Falsely Accused

They say;
she came from the dark side of the moon,
and she’s was crazy as a lake bound loon.
She softy hummed a siren’s tune.

A raven hair beauty she be,
dancing with the devil;
Ann Putnman was her name,
you see.

In the year of 1692,
in the township of Salem;
came the witch hunt two by two.

Ann pointed the way,
and nineteen accused
swung from gallows hill
on that horrid day.  

Witches one by one,
are witches none.

There’s not much we can do
or say when Ignorance rules
the day.

Jackie R. Kays

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