22 January 2010

32 Flames

When a fire is lit, what do you do?
When a fire rages, where do you run?
When a fire storms, where can you hide?
When the fire is out of control, what can you do?

And while the fire ravages all in its reach, there is nothing you can do. Nothing at all.
You shall be there feeling regret.
Why did I not put it out when it was small?
Why did I not control it when it was getting larger?
Why did I not get help as it grew?
Why did I not do anything?



Fire rages,
Even without fuel.
Reason diminishes,
The world becomes cruel.
Soon nothing would matter.
As all become captivated,
By the might of the destroyer.
Impulse of the man apprehended.

Cries of anguish, screams of pain.
Those who hinder, try in vain.

That which is in all, triggered by what which is one.
Thus man shall fall, eaten up by the hunt.

A flame can be handled, while it is still early. Cradled, while it is still young.
Do what you can while you can. Because you're nothing but man.

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