She looked around
at the building
that was once home
nothing left
but bricks and charred wood
her grandmother’s dishes are
strewn across the floor in pieces
family pictures ruined by fire and water
all the memories
that were scattered around the house
gone
and
she walks away
with the one heirloom
that they can’t destroy
freedom

They looked at the people
They did not understand
this thing called freedom
that someone would die for it
they could not taste it
they could not see it
they could not feel it
they could only call it greed
for that is what they were told
so they tried to destroy  it