I wrote this Thursday in Goodman's and finished it Friday during lunch. Somewhat short too, which is odd. There are...so many interpretations. Yet, I think it's very timely. So many ways to look at it. So many subjects. What's yours? Comments?
Burning wood and fiery cries
Sound the alarm of midnight skies
The fireman comes and runs abound
To deceive and say that all is asound
Except for the one that decides to scream
And from he, tears fall in a stream
As the fireman decides on his strike
With a torch the shape of a pike
One by one, they fight and die
Leaving their lies with a final sigh
Until the sun came up asoon
And the seeds began to bloom
Leaving their lies with a final sigh
Until the sun came up asoon
And the seeds began to bloom
