I drift, winged and clueless,
Drawn to the beam of binded pages.
Fire greeted me like it’s born to be mine,
It’s warm, just like the first time.
But the longer I linger, the deeper it sears,
The greater the words I engulf, the more I am feared.
Red hugs my skin, like a chain wrapped tight,
But I stood still, didn’t dare to fly.
It does not scare me, though branded as a threat,
“Books bleed in crimson flames”, a lie they forget.
Many turned back, too scared to be burnt,
Afraid of the cost with each page they’d turn.
Yet here I am, embracing the fire they feared to name,
For knowledge sets us free, though truth lays blame.
They fear the ones who dare to know,
Where justice breathes and wisdom glows yellow.
So let education light the match, sagacity fan the flame,
A spark that stirs the silence, ignites a voice of change.
For what’s forbidden is hidden, but never erased,
It waits in the ashes, defied, and displaced.
Be the one who dares to read, to write, to find,
Don’t cower in the dark, step into the light.
For it was not the flame that kills the moth,
But the hands that feared the truth it brought.