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Mar 2014
ignite me
with your actions
apart
from me
watch me kneel
on the grayness

feel the heat
radiate off of me
i won't utter
one cry

is this bravery
will you forget me
in my silence
will you forget me
in my strength
passed off
as a man
with no voice

it isn't cowardice
that keeps me
silent
and still
it isn't the lack of bravery
to not return
the punch
from your fist
the slap from you palm
or the bullet
from your gun

so feel the heat
from the fire
feel the heat of my protest
smell the scent
of my burning flesh
it will taint the inside of your nose
the back of your throat
for your own eternity

feel my shadow
black
an ash
follow you
for the rest of your
falling life
don't think
that you will forget me
Inspired from a photograph of a monk who set himself on fire during protests against the treatment of Buddhists in Vietnam(1963).
pluie d'été
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   Liam
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