The Fires

We walked in line,
Afraid of the unspoken authority that stood above us,
Praying to a god we no longer believed in,
We looked ahead and saw fires,
Bright and beautiful,
As we stepped closer,
We saw our brothers, our sisters, our mothers, and fathers
Praying for the chance to live,
To take one last breath,
We looked to the sky where there was no judgments,
Spoke to it as if it had a voice,
We had reached the ending point,
The beautiful burning fires,
Not realizing it was our friends and family make those beautiful flames,
We were next to burn bright...

Author's Note

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