Wicked Games

 
Twitch! The little girls would fidget and misbehave at random times,
Consumed by delusions, they started mentioning villager’s names,
Imagining faces and scenarios that appeared in their minds,
Unaware that they started playing some twisted wicked games.

Witch! The little girls would scream in horror, terror and fright,
And so, the Puritans swore they would fight against this blackness,
Creating a panic amidst adults in broad daylight,
As the town of Salem slowly descended into madness.

Afflicted! The little girls would claim they were being tormented,
Dreaming vivid dreams and hallucinating ghastly specters
Naming names playing wicked games like they were demented,
Pointing fingers at unsuspecting people to their protectors.

Confess! Judges and ministers would urge women to profess,
As the little girls would become hysterical in the harangue,
And the courts acting like a lynching mob of demons possessed,
Pardoned falsehoods while those who maintained their innocence would hang.

Guilty! Every trial was a farce creating more upheaval,
As the fever of something dark made them all that much more afraid,
But the men of God were obsessed with proving this old evil,
For they never knew of the wicked games that little girls had played.

Die! The gang of Christians cursed at the accused with ire and wrath,
Watching their necks break when they were hung and swung from the gallows pole,
Confiscating the victims’ belongings but in the aftermath...
They were consumed by recklessness, and it cost them their own souls.

With the imagination of little girls, men became obsessed,
Blinded by faith and rage they lost their sense of humanity,
They had become so heartless, lost in an imaginary quest,
Creating a mass hysteria that begot more insanity.

These wicked games led to villagers being prosecuted,
In the end, twenty innocent people were executed.