after this fire has burned everything to the ground
i wonder who will stand among the ashes
this is a [damn] shame.â
if we wake up from this nightmareâ
some of us will not be waking up
âi wonder who will look back and say,
we could say, âitâs your fault, their fault, his faultâ
our world was already crumbling before it was set aflame
the fire was beyond anyoneâs control
(things would have crumbled regardless,
there is a difference between crumbling
and being razed to the ground)
and while we were all burning
that some were warming their hands by the fire;
and some, the even more detestable few,
they lined their wallets with our cries for help.
(at a time when there was not enough to go around;
isnât it just human nature
continued to walk over our hollowed spines
to enter the mansions housing their riches?)
after this fire has burned everything there is to burn
i wonder if i will just be ash
or if i will become the fire
that lives to consume everything in rage
to feed the emptiness scraped out of me
than how deeply the burning had set in my flesh
youâre one of the lucky ones.
when this fire has burned everything away
will i feel clean, instead?
left behind by all those around me with too much self-respect
to let the fire conquer themâ
will it re-teach my soul the lightness that was stolen?
will everything just go back to being exactly the same?
(just one slight breeze from breaking)
to tell me iâm unimportant,
