Tighten the noose tighter
If that shall be thy will
For I would rather suffer
A thousand more deaths
Then stop loving my country
And my God
You take me and demonize
My beliefs
Believing my spirits
To be demons
Painting evil upon Africa
And my being
But hear me
And remember my name
For Tituba from henceforth
Will be known as more than this frail
Overworked body
But shall stand as a testimony
Of Salem's tyranny
Against the slave
A contest entry
- Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble.. by Catacomb.
1100 points, ended November 19, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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Good job. Thanx for entering.
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I like this, its very well written.
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