Sets Himself On Fire

Read about a man
A Quaker man from Baltimore
A war that was uncalled for
That would not end

Like the Napalm burning
The good men suffering
He yelled and screamed

Acid rain still fell
Like the hell he wished away

Excruciating fire
Burned his skin off oh so slowly
It stuck to him, and wouldn’t wash away
Till he was raw, and overcome
He could not run
From what it had become

To effect change
He did everything
Passively resisting
Inside it was killing him

And everyday he cried
For change, for change would end up the same
The same it was before it changed
And when his screaming went unheard
He set himself on fire


By Emma Matthews

Author’s note: This poem was written in reference to Norman Morrison.

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