Prose (Protest) - Why burn books?
The Burning of America
They funeral pyre of freedom
The burning of another book
To save us from what?
Why are you afraid to look?
Are your beliefs so frail?
Is your God so fragile?
Upon whose authority do you act?
Is it the dark angel?
Yes you exercise your right
As America allows
Yet you only summon demons
Banished into history's gallows
Remember who came before you
The zealots who were so wrong
Yes this is America
But you sing a bitter song
Our tears will extinguish the flames
As we mourn this atrocity
We beg our brothers to understand
This is not the sign of our piety
We pray over darkened skies
As the smoke of our shame billows
One day the ray of enlightenment
Will provide us our holy pillows
But today we find no respite
So we will not succumb to slumber
Why do we forget to love our neighbor?
We can only wonder....
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