They burned the library,
And I saw Dickens cry.
Samson wanted to see.
Beowulf had to die.
Jane Austen raised her voice,
But words were not their choice.
When the human race seeks
The cries of the evil
And not the one who thinks,
It is the books they kill,
But only mortals die
And words you can't deny.
Stories will always live
Beyond the ignorance;
Beyond the library.
Words in eternal dance.
It burns, but it won't die.
It rules and its alive.
(June 30, 2013)
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Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of the poems I wrote and the dates when I wrote them.
