In a society where the burning of the books is celebrated
It will not be long before that which is burning is bodies
In the world without conscience, human life is worthless
When those who do not accept conformity are the hated
Civilization will fade, dying from a toxic life, envious
Stacking the cold dead bodies, as so much wood to burn
Wonder not then, if your golden age will not soon return
A poem inspired by the quote by Heinrich Heine
"Dort wo man Bücher verbrennt, verbrennt man auch am Ende Menschen."
"Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings."
