I’m the Salem girl,
the one who died
upon a lonely hill,
accosted and condemned.

Betrayed by fellow kin,
I begged them to live,
assuring them of my divine truth,
my salvation promised by scriptures.

“Anyone found a witch,
shall be put to death,”
thine scripture says,
as taught from birth.

How can that apply
to an obedient child
of my heavenly father
being more than faithful?

The truth they dared not listen to,
their hearts they hardened,
fueled by malice,
sentenced to death.

Evil they found in me,
but dare not gaze upon
their own wicked souls,
wallowing in sin and death.

I’m the Salem girl,
a witch in thine eyes,
but an innocent child
to my Lord in heaven.

Editor: Shannon Hensley