BURN IT DOWN – PART TWO

I knew that I just couldn’t leave my loyal fans hanging at the end of part one and I quickly drafted the second part. 

The idea for a novel based off this poem also came to mind but that will be ready by 2025. In the interim here is the second and final part of the poem/short story titled ‘Burn it down’.

They looked at the flames with eyes that held pain

The eyes that glowed with the embers of defeat

As mother and I approached the forests, we heard the chants behind us grow louder

Burn…burn…burn

“Why mother? Why are they doing this?

I asked because these were our people 

I could not understand, why we were destroying our very own lives

Are we at war with ourselves?

Mother replied without looking back

“They want to burn the houses they gave us.”

“They built these houses and separated us with bridges and now the people are tired and want to burn it all.”

But I just couldn’t understand it

It didn’t make any sense to me because…

We were born in those houses

 We sang, laughed and danced in those houses.

We gave ourselves in marriage in those houses

We experienced life like no other together in our diversity in the houses that THEY built,

I turned around and so does mother as we sense something different in their screams

Fear was palpable and thick in the air.

Their shouts of anger had turned to screams of pain.

What was happening?

My eyes widened in panic as I suddenly realized.

We are one with the houses that THEY built.

Our souls held in an unholy embrace.

We can’t run away from the flames we caused.

First, I felt mother loosen her grip from my arm

And the cry of baby Nahla cut short

My face lit up as we burst into flames.