451 Degrees Fahrenheit
451 degrees Fahrenheit
The temperature at which paper burns
The flaming fire
The orange, red, and yellow colors blazing
The smoke that surrounds the flames
The same flames that are burning the pages of books
Along with the houses they are in
The people just standing there
Doing absolutely nothing
Watching their possessions turn to ashes
And their house burn to the ground
As the firemen feel no remorse
The citizens are happy
They know the rules
Therefore they have no books
But they also have no life
No thoughts
No cares
Unlike these brave people who read
And suffer for doing so
As they watch their books burn
At a temperature of 451 degrees Fahrenheit.
Copyright © Kameron Evans | Year Posted 2007
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