Burned at the stake for all to see.
Boo! Scream the crowds, words full of glee.
Smiles lit up the kids faces as they stared at me,
While the witches cried out for a flicker of mercy.
I was tied up there on the pyre,
Surrounded by dry, sharp thorny briar,
To be free, in that moment, was my heart’s sole desire,
Before they lit the torch and set the stake on fire.
So monarchies fell,
And tyrants too,
Whether democracy does,
Is not up to you.
You might want to be a fly on the wall,
Discover what people really think,
What people say when you’re not around.
You don’t want to be a bug on the windshield,
A story you're told about once every year,
Details increase as you're judged old enough.
Then one year it stops, the story as sparse as it can be,
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