Arson.

One morning
I woke up
and smell
Smoke.

From the west it
passed my bedroom
window
Warning

Thus I
started building a bridge
that connects the
West
to the rest

The last nail hammered
and I saw hundreds
Villagers
running
towards me
from the West

In fear they
ran and
tramped over me

I died
building a bridge
that saved them
from oppression
violence
and fruit of corruption

How I never regret
the morning
I smelled
My
Purpose.