The Ultimate Consequence

Mon, 10/21/2019 - 10:32 -- ramasay

A dazzling Gleam of wonderous joy

Such a dangerous yet entertaining toy

The fire dances a whimsical jig

It leaps and sparks and grows to be big.


Man needs fire as fire needs fuel

Yet, most often, fire is only a tool

We disrupt and upset, the balance of life

Cutting through nature, with our industrial knife.


Fire is strong, fire is proud

Fire is beautiful, fire is loud

Fire will burn and twist and turn

Yet us human seem to never learn.


Fire has consumed our products and homes

It has tried to stop our vicious progression

It has warned us and told us to stop our madness

And as we continues, it developed sadness.


Fire knows we must be stopped

Our industrialization must be dropped

So one day in the near future

Fire will destroy every feature

Humanity in its whole will cease to exist

But fire, that will forever persist.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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