Now within
A deeper self
The prophet weeps
Incandescence spelt
Upon his books
His chanting word
His spells mundane
Belief is shared.
As buildings burn
By invisible hands
Each unheard speech
Like shifting sands
Upon a political beach
Indoctrination falls
The weak and vunerable
Ignored calls.
They still burn books
But from your view
Behind closed doors
Tell you what to do
How to act and think
Without a care
In fact no humanity
For suffering there.