The Scarlet Letter

ShameScarlet Letter

“Adulterer!” screams the scarlet letter,

The peace of the town the word doth shatter,

Whisper’s run through the gathered crowd,

“Who is her partner?” they wonder aloud,

And as they whisper, alone she stands,

Her newborn baby in her hands,

She stands alone in the center of strife,

A marble statue, devoid of life,

Facing the townsfolk and their stares,

Descending the steps to further glares,

From those to whom she’d be better off dead,

Shame turns her face bright red,

Pride turns it white again,

The “A” on the chest of Hester Prynne,

A reminder forever of her sin.

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