Whole Burn (Oldoldold) Poem by Shelby Barker

Meurtre! Mord! Morderstwo! у б и й с т в о !

The revolution is beginning!

Down the street, there’s a burning of the books! The very pages that read our freedoms; Sing the lyrics to our anthem.

Just around the corner, the fires are ablaze! But keep on walkin’ and lookin’ ahead; You’ve already been sworn to secrecy.

Left, right, left. We take to your orders as we do God. But don’t shed those two trillion tears, there is nothing just about anything, anymore.

The revolution is beginning! You still tell us.

But isn’t it a genocide? Is it?

The cremating of the paper, we felt it scorch our flesh from the very start. Brand me for your keepsake, or brand me for my disposal. The fires burned the books, and now they burn our lives. Our bodies.

The ashes! Oh, the ashes, our words and our skin, left on the ground for you to trample.

This revolution, this holocaust, had long ago begun.

What can you do to help now? Listen to their stories; let them not weaken you, but strengthen you so that you can pass their life stories on. Their generation has spoken. It’s our turn to keep them alive once they are gone.

Inspired by.

“When one burns books, one will, in the end, burn people.” - Heinrich Heine