This is not happening,
i am lost in my own paradigm.
my house burns strong,
as well does the bodies.
i watch the chaos beckon,
my very existence.
I hug my sister tightly,
as our father dies in the streets.
The fires arise higher than before,
as laughter howls in the night,
purging and threating me.
The iron headed men walk close to our house.
marching and showing no emotions,
i shed a tear for infamy ablaze.
what horror have been caused,
to inflict this?
I am pushed to-wards the middle,
crying and holding on to my sister,
she is torn from me,
i am now alone.
I fall to my knees helpless as if any,
a gun is put to my head,
and as quickly as my life began,
it ends in a sheer second,
by the hands divine racism.
