She was shunned for being a hunchback woman
Her deformed appearance suggested to the villagers
She was a creation of the devil’s dark arts
Past the evil times of burning witches to death
She was saved from the tortures and the stake
She lived alone and was a withdrawn recluse
She’d been ill treated and maligned since childhood
And had little to do with people after those tearful times
One day In the center of the village she spied
A child being attacked by a huge ferocious dog
She hobbled to the growling dog and the screaming child
And pulled the dog off the child and became its prey
And before the grateful villagers could save her
She had martyred herself to save the child
As she lay dead in the village street a bloody mess
Many wished they hadn’t been unkind to her
And today a statue of her stands in the center of the village
Bob Boyd
