The clock ticks, the alarm doesn’t beep,
You sigh, shut your eyes and
pretend Sleep.
Flames engulf the darkness.
Innocents cry and breathe from their pyres.
Dreams melt into nightmares,
For want of air!
That year innocents walked home.
Slumbering, you remained unfazed.
Privilege throttled you.
Today, you feel the heat.
Choked by anger and anguish,
You briefly struggle for a voice.
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