THE LAST HOPE - XIII

In a village of trees, hills and ravine
There, with the heart of kinder lived a teen.
Her name was HOPE the Thirteen (13).
Mother taught her- Be patient because the world is reek.

She was enrolled in a school, classy but rude
Always been ill treated, teased and abused.
Day came, patient ran out, she confronted a bully with rage.
Fearful(s) stumbled and ran; screaming - Witches must be caged.

She came to mother, despair and sad
Cried out - Why am I freak and mad.
Mother revealed - two centuries ago sanity got lost in human's greed.
Only pity, those poor ignorants because this coven holds the last HOPE 13.

Link- https://steemit.com/poetry/@dpatcher/steemit-poetry-contest-13-the-last-hope-thirteen
By- @dpatcher