As sunlight wanes from the sky,
I see thick black flames billow from across the street.
While I struggle for air,
I trample upon my fallen brothers
Whom I barely recognize.
I see them covered in ruins,
with bodies as though they died naked
And at a place similar to an inferno;
Roasting everything away from them,
Their survival
Their dreams
Their prospects;
Everything.
Indeed, I’ve seen many sorrows











