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.
- Author: Kenny O'Donnell (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 11th, 2024 13:30
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
Comments1
A good metaphor for this write, Nicely written.
Thanks Sorenbarrett
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