The world burned

It was a pleasure to burn.
To see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.
We set the world alight you see
For a day the world burned
Sparkled glimmering charcoal
Crowds of ash carried by the “winds of change”
For a day the world descended into chaos
Not the chaos we had grown accustomed to
But a new chaos
A chaos that screamed: I am here
Dousing the world in petrol
And singing to the flames: We are here
To let the voiceless tell their stories
(By rewriting them in our narrative)
For a day the world descended into chaos

Silence.
In the catacombs beneath the noise
Where the old chaos reigned
A silent indifference
seeping through the faded whimpers
We burn to forget the suffering
To remind the world that we are here
That we exist amongst the chaos
For a day the world burned
And with it- their stories.