They Still Burn

I'll never forget the day
when freedom fell,
crumbling to dust,
soaked in pungent fuel.

I'll never forget
the shuddering grief,
the great confusion,
the rising anger.

The tears of death
had yet to fall and
explode.

Even now I can see them falling.
Even now they are still burning.

Never did I think
that lives would be used
rather than remembered.

Never did I think
I'd re-live this more than
any other horror.

Even now I can hear them screaming.

Because, even now, they are still dying.

- SJM -