(A/N: Although this is a Book Thief fan fic, it does not mention any of the characters. It is in the point of view of a burning book. It isn't even really necessary to read The Book Thief to understand this. This was sort of based off a poem I had to write for school, which had to be in the point of view of an inanimate object. I chose a book. Enjoy!)
Brainwashed
Burning.
The fire consumes me while people cheer, celebrating.
How?
How can they celebrate when books are being burned?
How can they celebrate when innocent people are being killed?
The answer comes quickly. They have been brainwashed.
Brainwashed into thinking that only certain books can be read. I am not one of them.
Brainwashed into thinking that only certain people have the correct ideas. My ideas, the ideas my author put into me, are not considered right. They are forbidden.
Soon, the words and ideas inside me will not matter. I will be nothing more than a pile of ashes in the blazing fire. And no one will care.
The people have been brainwashed.
The only salvation is in the books they are burning.
(A/N: Maybe one day, I'll write a fan fic for The Book Thief that has the actual characters. Let me know if you see any typos, and reviews are love!)