The books are burning
The buildings stay but the books are destroyed in an inferno of flame
The books are burning
Yet the technology lasts and the books are destroyed relentlessly
No more learning
We are ignorant
Ignorance is bliss
We greet the same old information with a kiss
We know nothing but we feel like we could rule the heavens
The books are burning
The firemen burn them without a second thought
They have never seen the waste of knowledge and become distraught
The books are burning
They are turning into hazardous waste
We are the ignorant, the ones without taste
We are ignorant
Ignorance is key
We are locked in tight little prisons but feel absolutely free
We walk into the cages with a smile and sit down and get comfortable and stay for awhile
The books are burning
They are consumed with ashes and smoke
I wish that someone could tell if this was all a joke
The books are burning
We hand them the igniter with joy
We love the violence as we watch them destroy
We are too ignorant to understand the government's ploy
We are ignorant
But not innocent
We paint and mold ourselves to perfection
And we ignore the misconception
And the lies we've been fed
There is dying around us but we don't know of the dead
The books are burning
Someone stop them, the old professor shouts out in the streets
What's a professor? we all start to think
The government hands us the Kool-Aid and we all take a drink
The books are burning
But times still turning
And we continue on
Because we don't know any better
- A.R. Rose 🌹
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The Whispers Of The World
Poetry"The World whispers and I sit there quietly, wondering what it will say next" * omg why can't I make a decent cover*
