Yonder they burn.  I ponder! I wonder!
Women meet a fiery end.
Women are burnt alive.
Yonder they burn!  I ponder! I wonder!
A burning desire lights my heart.
Answers I seek, solutions we need.

Yonder they burn.  I ponder! I wonder!
They burn women who want freedom.
Women who want to stop an invasion.
Some are defeated others not.
They fought with men and against men.
We know the names of those shamed.

Yonder they burn!  I ponder! I wonder!
Men answer my burning question
As they chant.  As they dance around fire.
They yell and scream burn, for your salvation.
You are spared the fires hell.
Burning flesh smells and burns like hell.

Yonder they burn!  I ponder! I wonder!
The clergy burns witches at the stake, for land!
A military genius Joan of Arc saved France yet was burnt.
In Algeria, La Kahina wins yet is burns in her tent.
A judge found Marie Joseph Angelique guilty, a slave, burns.
Women Jewish, Roma and traitors are burnt in **** ovens.

Yonder they burn!  I ponder! I wonder!
A burning question is seared in my heart.
A fire burns in my breast.  Fire lights my way.  
Fire makes me see what hell is for a woman.
Women by fire are branded: sinners, slaves, witches,
I wonder and ponder on hell and some men.