I don't understand it
How one person can make the best of a lie
How they can take it to the point of others pain
Then it finally hit me...
Who is going to be next on their list
Just like that I hear the yells
I see people with torches and guns and pitchforks in my front yard
As I see who's in this hunt I find a surprise
The accuser is right upfront spreading her sin
I already knew all my enemies were there
But my greatest surprise...
Was seeing the ones I cared most about were along for the ride
I feel anger rise up
How can one person wrong all my rights
How one can feel pleasure in watching others burn
But above all I feel sadness
Not a sadness from my own actions
But a sadness for all the gullible down below
But not only the mislead and accuser is knocking down my door
But the ones out of spite who would do anything to hurt me
The ones who've been jealous for what I have
The ones that feel I've cheated
The ones who are there for entertainment
As I look below at the hateful crowd
I relies one thing...
The witch hunt has only just begun
Hey guys I know this is a little different than usual...but we just finished reading The Crucible in class...and we were given choices of projects to do, one so happens to be a poem. Well you can see where that lead me...hope you guys like it. Remember comments are always welcome -HoboGhost
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Poems Of The Third Order
कविताThe third order, an order of knowledge and wisdom. Let these poems be a reminder to what we have lost throughout the ages Thanks to @ephemerain for making this awesome cover
