Burnt Alive

by Harshita Das aged 15

I fell asleep to the sunrise
To the fading stars and the crow’s cries
So just imagine my surprise
When I woke up to being burnt alive

I had no transition, no warning, no note
Just blisters and burns and a message that wrote:
“You and 7 billion people are now in the same boat”
A burning, blazing barge, barely afloat

The world is on fire; that’s old news
Yet the earth thrives in our pain with barely a bruise
While we’re nursing our wounds from the endless abuse
She’s escaping her own flames on waterlogged canoes

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