When the sun rises [poetry]

To give up

My people are gone,
There's nobody here,
The sun rose at dawn,
Shrouded in fear.

The sky is on fire,
At least that's what I see,
The flames climb higher,
They cry as they flee.

The buildings are burning,
Yet tables are turning,
For those who are in favor,
Our blood that they savor.

We've already lost,
It's no use to cry.
The bravery it cost,
To give up and die.