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(Above) City Wander, Ahmed Bilal, Grade 11, Photography.

…My Ember Rose, Behind the Words
Continued From Page 8.
By Christopher Raymond, Grade 11
just take my hand and await your fate. I couldn’t look, “In a world of compromise,
just like when I was a child. Tears were streaming some men choose not to”
down my cheeks as I slowly reached my hand out to- Who are we meant to idolize?
wards his. It can’t be the end; this isn’t how it should Is it these men?
be. How could I have known? I was so young… Who crave power?
With the interlocking of our hands, and a quick Who demolish compromise?
permute, my body’s sensations were on overload as I Who start wars?
was transported into a world of fire and anguish. I could We do not live in a world of compromise.
feel the flames curling around my legs and scorching my Compromise holds Promise.
skin. They were pulling me deeper and deeper into the Promises of peace and freedom.
earth’s crust. I could feel my blood boiling and my skin Our world lacks both.
melting off of my bones. As I melt deeper and deeper into They are restrained by chains
the earth, I can hear Polly’s voice croak one final tune to Held in place with walls
me. The roar of the flames blocked out his song, which And stuck within boundaries
left me with a charred melody to comfort me as I pre- All made by men who choose not to.
pared to be condemned. It’s all over; what’s done is done.