I didn't see the walls set ablaze.
I didn't watch the doors lock.
I didn't hear the first scream.
I didn't smell the smoke.
I came to the town to find my people.
To bond and joke over what made us
special, unique
The same
I came to the town because I heard that within the kingdom, that's where I'll find the land they, too, had to claim.
Burn scars greeted me,
Silence at the doors.
Bloodied stones littered the streets,
Decaying flowers in their pots.
A gray plank nailed
on a barren door.
A last testimony
from the people who called it home.
Dear wanderer,
We have ran for the hills, we have scattered across the land.
One day we will return,
Demand our freedom and acceptance.
But for now, dear traveler, if you are one of us,
know there are people in the world, know that you're not alone.
I wiped my tears.
I walked away.
At the edge of town I turned around,
From the scorched ground, underneath the healing ancient tree,
a purple flower bloomed on fresh grass.
A promise for a second chance.
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