Based On The Salem Witch Trials

I, Alice Parker
Strongly accused.
Of being a Witch!
No, I am not.
The frenzy is affecting
The town of Salem.
I am trialed and executed, 
On the same day.
September 22, 1692.
One woman, Mary Warren
She too accused.
Said I bewitched,
Her sister and mother.
Mary testified, "brought
the Poppet to her, she
said if she would Run the
needle in, she would
Run it, into her heart.
Her words scorched
Me like hot water.
One man, John Westgate
Testify against my being.
He said, "a black hog
running toward me with
open mouth, as though
he would devoured me
at the instant time."
John continue, "Devil or
some evil thing, not a real hog,
it was either Goody (Goodwife)
Parker or by her means
and procuring, fearing that
she is a witch."
A hog with my face!
Absurd! Nonsense!
I shouted. Officers grabbed me,
And I was sent away,
The jury's had made their decision.
Their words against my own.
Soon, to see my faith,
Hung in the square,
For all to see.
Hands tied behind my back,
My dark hair down,
Blowin' in the wind,
My spirit will do the same.
My black dress,
Wornout, laces ripped,
Like my dignity.
To my ankles, black boots.
Torn, covered in soot,
Just like my image.
There stood my final
Resting place, a noose
Tied to an oak tree.
Found myself, pushed
Under the tied rope.
One last look, the crowd gazed back.
One hard pull, my body hung
Like a flag, above the sunset.
Struggling with my last breath,
I thought my last,
I haven't touched,
A witch's spell,
For I'm the one cursed.

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