Prthma

A fire is burning outside, A fire is burning within. Fear and shame are gone. What more can they do? They will kill me, But I will die anyway if I remain silent about this murder. The fear of death is gone, Every day, we are dying Children on the streets, From hunger, from sorrow. The chairs are warming, The bread is being broken, The masters are at ease. Until your arrogance is scorched in this fire, I will keep burning. Consider this not a book, but an ember.