FREE WITCH
The tree she climbs began to grow,
Every second new challenges it threw.
Fell the acorns of hardships and mockery,
Dropped the insects of bias and hierarchy.
Oh, I saw a little witch trying to be free,
The path she saw began to change constantly.
Changing its path, changing its sides and walls,
Constant slides and bumps, to make sure she falls.
Oh, the little witch tries to give her best,
But till now all of her efforts have been to waste.
Consumed by the love that turned to hate,
She got burned by the flames of regret.
Oh, the people sing and laugh, the gods party and hire a bard,
The witch has been burned, the corpse has been reduced to ashes.
But what's this? The spirit lives—
Oh, I saw another little witch trying to be free.```
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