Nevermind the flames that lie below your feet,
Nevermind the crackle of of the burning wood,
Nevermind the crowd that shouts abuse at you, the innocent,
Nevermind the way the priest smiles and says the prayers,
Nevermind the heat as it rises to burn your face,
Nevermind that they tortured you to admit it,
Nevermind that you're starving and weak,
Nevermind that they targeted you for no reason at all..
But mind the fact that this may happen again,
In the form of discrimination in your next life.