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Burn the bitch

^{Forward
The witches of salem
Feared even in death!} 

Am I on trial?

Burn the witch they cried! the chanting screams from passers by,
I’m sat in the dock and the fingers point in every direction,
But mostly in mine’

Those voices shouting “she’s a witch” the chanting now begins!
“Burn the bitch” “Burn the bitch” “Burn the bitch”  she must die,

I’m sat in the dock the evil eyes upon my face’ I cannot cry,
I was beaten badly and cannot stand i’m bruised all over,
It’s a common thing!

I’m weak and unstable’ and spoken words I cannot say,
For the “witch finder” general is on his way
The general he looked into my eyes,
I’m so weak

I can only move my head to answer his questions of lies,
Sister of  many “He spoke” in a deep voice
All we ever need to know 
Are you a witch?

And you will be free to go!
The general looked with glaring eyes
Tell the truth with honesty now,
Tell us what we want to know,

You’re one of many from salem you came’
The crowd roared with laughter when I spat in his face,
The chanting began again! burn the bitch! they said

She bowed with her head the general said “yes” 
If you cannot answer my questions this proves you’re a witch!
And you must be burned till you die!
The penalty of witchcraft is death,

Now  all my sisters and I 
Tied together  in a ring the witches of salem,
And as they chant “Burn the bitches” until they die,
Our humble whispers from our tongues’

The curse we now chant upon’
You cannot understand the tongue,
The  strangest language comes out of my mouth,

A curse is upon you all in the crowd,
After all how do you know a witch’ or what they look like
Do you look them in the eye?.

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^{mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008}

Lost in a dream

<sup>Introduction

The dreamer dreams a fantasy</sup>

I found myself in a foreign land,
The bay the beach the sand quite nice,
The shipyard cranes an awesome sight. 
I walked the street all alone,
Walked aimlessly into the village hall,

I was lost,

I turned to see a group of men,
They were talking in a foreign tongue,
They spoke in English broken up’
I couldn’t but help to hear one say
The chap looks lost and can’t find his way,

I felt the presence of someones hand upon my shoulder it did land,
Are you lost! In this strange place,
His voice was gentle like a whisper on the wind’

I am really lost’ but do I know you? I said,
No the stranger did say’ but I know you,
I will help! He spoke in English broken up,
He was the leader of his men,He gave me food,
The chicken sandwich it was nice,
But did someone else take a bite’
For it was half eaten’ but it tasted right,
Every mouthful was real to me,
The half eaten chicken sandwich in my dream!

We talked and laughed for quite some time
He asked me if I would do him a favour,
Just a small task he couldn’t do’
What was the favour I asked him now,
Could I get something for him that was far out of reach,

I said I would try and what was this task,
It’s a small package up in that crane,
Now pointing far up and up high in the sky’
I took one look up ‘It’s so far away,

Now this is strange the strangest thing,
I felt myself lift up and levitate,
This felt awesome and I was shocked,
I reached the package and brought it back

I put the package right in his hand,
He smiled at me’ we walked the land,
He put some money into my hand,
He looked at me without a word,

Smiling!

I turned to say thanks but he was gone!
The stranger who spoke in a foreign tongue’
Vanished for ever as I turned to talk,
I wanted to say thanks for all his kindness,
I walked up the street to find a pub,
I’m not quite sure why’  then I  asked around,
Trying to talk to the people of this foreign land’
I wished you would just reappear’

Then I could thank him very clear,
I never found him’ alas and now I’m lost,
Lost in this strange curiosity land,
I walk some more in this strange land,
With cranes so tall in this shipyard,
I reached a place a hidden cove,
I was standing there all alone,

 The smell of fishing the sweet aroma’
The boats in the bay fascinated me,
Everything here was crystal clear,
That was everything I beheld,
Inside this dream in a foreign land
I awoke and felt really full’
But the wad of notes that were all wrapped up,
Were just a figment of my imagination

^{Lost in a dream ”Inspired by a dream one of many}

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^{mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008}