#tw disturbing imagery

LIVE

after this fire has burned everything to the ground

i wonder who will stand among the ashes

and tell us,

“we did all we could.

this is a [damn] shame.”

if we wake up from this nightmare–

(because remember

some of us will not be waking up

and for some of us

it was your choices

that will bury us)

–i wonder who will look back and say,

“we got through this

together.”

we could point fingers

many already have; 

we could say, “it’s your fault, their fault, his fault”

but let us not forget

our world was already crumbling before it was set aflame

the fire was beyond anyone’s control

(things would have crumbled regardless,

but it’s true–

there is a difference between crumbling

and being razed to the ground)

and while we were all burning

let us not forget

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;

isn’t it just human nature

that the wealthy few

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

blown away on the wind

or if i will become the fire

that lives to consume everything in rage

to feed the emptiness scraped out of me

by every loss

by every struggle

by every injustice

by every time i was told

in no uncertain terms

that something

someone

everything

was more important

than how deeply the burning had set in my flesh

(”don’t you know?

you’re one of the lucky ones.

at least you havea job,

and besides?

didn’t you 

sign up for this?”)

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 them–

will it re-teach my soul the lightness that was stolen?

after this fire

will everything just go back to being exactly the same?

(just one slight breeze from breaking)

after this fire

who will be next in line

to tell me i’m unimportant,

disposable,

and

oh-

so-

flammable?

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