I hear my distant cousins
Wail and cry out to me
As they burn by the hands of the man.
I smell the bind, the pages the knowledge that needs saving
It'll take ages
to release us from our cages of ash, fire and kerosene.
It's not a dream
so I must believe its the end but why die
Was I merely sin?
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Fahrenheit 451 Poetry Edition
PoezjaThis selection of poetry was written by me about two years ago. It is based of the book Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. It is a depiction of each character and assess their personal features.
