The tinderbox has been struck
Fire blazes in the wind
Burning all it touches
A misdirected rage
Once lit hard to quell.
This fire has smouldered
For too long
And burns
Across the dried fields
Of a nation parched
Of virtue.
Now a vengeful blaze.
How long before
The winds
Turn on those
Who struck
The first match
And brings the fires
With it.