Salem

I see blood on my floors
There's blood on my seats
And there's blood, on the door hinges...

There's blood, with the sheep
In the breed
And with the seed

There's blood on the streets.
 
There's blood in the cross
There's blood on my church
Oh no...

There's blood, across the sea
Now here's blood
On my streets

Oh Salem, my sweet Salem
You kill a man with his faith

Is there blood on my hands?
I dare not...
Oh no no no, no...
I'd dare not to look

There's blood

Author's Note

Sweet? SWEET?

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

It's just as well Im not averse to the red stuff.
This will stay with me for a while I think Winter - especially this
"There's blood, with the sheep
In the breed
And with the seed"
sounds like an indictment of mankind and a poor prognosis.

[winter;lyra]

I've been reading a book named The Witches (by Stacy Schiff) about New England's Salem and the sh*t storm that wen down -inspired me to this, i imagined myself in the role of Samuel Parris as I walked down my blood-bathed town (this one's a nice line woah woah) - maybe, just maybe what Salem suffered is something we are suffering? but in a another layer of our society that is less visible - as visible as it was to the puritans of Salem, who knows

[Tony Jordan]

there are some parallels - religious fervour whipped up to fever pitch - need to blame someone for our plight - authorities willing to bow to mob rule - all to distract from the true 'demons' in society.