House of Fire

House of Fire

They laughed as his house burnt down,

Flames rising,

Its colours glowing bright in the coal filled town.

The ash floated down from the sky

As if those whom he had killed wanted it to happen,

While they watched from heaven.

In a matter of minutes, everything he had was gone

Buckets of water couldn’t save the umbrella of hope he left behind.

The sheet that signed away the town, no longer existed.

All evidence erased.

All this time he thought he was a sagacious person,

But to the public he was sour like a lime,

As he dug himself deeper and deeper into a trench.