What Grammer

The tremors. One day 
I would know. The trees are walking. 
No miracle. We are― 
becoming rootless. 

The fear, was palpable. 
Nowhere to go. All the roads 
were blocked. The king 
is being anointed after the bloodbath. 

No logical lie was needed 
for targeted killing. 
Why did you start the 
bonfire near the oil wells?