People Set Afire Poem by Brittany Marsh

Flailing arms,
burning coffins,
mirrored lives of those forgotten.

At the stake set afire,
the audience claps, scream 'Liar, liar! '

Witnesses think nothing of it
free of guilt,
burning women.

This burning smell is nothing new.
In fear of who's next,
me or you?

To avoid the stake,
our idolatry,
I live my life in accusation.

Fingers flying, pointing,
left, right, in any direction
'I will not parish for thy accusation! '

Screams of torture
ring through the sky.
'Dear god, why? I haven't lied! '

Self inflicted perdition
from their self inflicted God.
Children are burned in addition.

Neverending cycle.
Neverending deaths.
All this torture continued
until there was nobody left