Set a Blaze

I would  fix him a case

As always

And pose for defense with a straight face

But the absurdity of blaming history points a finger at the second  in charge

Thus, how many of your muffled shouts does it take

For his conscience to start screaming

Then tearing his eardrums from within

So he can finally hear the trickling sound of pain

in your draining soul

How many invisible flames does it take

Till you’re finally visibly set ablaze

And how long should you remain a firework

till his nose knows it is a flesh like his own that is burning

How less far than eternity is the day when you will shoo away the beast in him,

thicken your skin and plant your feet firm in the earth,

Catching all of your breath for a chant of resistance,

Threaten him With the rise of dust from your angry stomps

As you march, banners in your hands printed with the name of your dead queen