Burn
Jun. 17, 2023 • By Abigail Considine
DescriptionA poem about the harm of book burning.
MessageInspired by Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.
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If they burn, I'm burning with them.Every word erased is a world forgotten.Every page torn tears a piece of my heart off with it.Every flicker of flame awakens the primitive desire to be FREE.The words are illegible like an ancient code riddled with confusion.I grasp for them, clinging onto the remains.Hot to the touch,Hot with the cold rage of the oppressor and the oppressed.So hot I can only bear to cling to the ash that rains down, blanketing the world in a smothering white.They are gone.No chance of return.But I know that ain't the last of them.'Cause I'm not burning until they ALL burn.
