The prompt is “crime”


on top of the hill, there’s a fire so close
like a drill, trees get burned in rows
a vision so gross like what the prophet said
in the boroughs people cry as the fire spreads
repent for we have sinned, the naked truth hurts
to our chagrin, nothing works with our effort
unholy as the light shines, scarring us for life
could this be a sign, to think of the afterlife?
until the time we can’t hide anymore
pay for our crime, that’s the cure

For: A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017