If I Took a Fire to the History Books

Better by candlelight,

My Fire ignites

a sense of pride

a sense of justice

a sense of surprise

at what mankind has accomplished

thus Far

With stars and stripes

And Eagles that fly

As high as our planes,

As low as the waves

of the Sea and the sky

and everything that is blue.

And cries

of nightmares and wars

that are red and is torn

and the floor

is scorched

Black because

the attacks don’t stop,

Don’t End

Don’t End

Don’t End

Don’t

End

*****

My Fire is Bright.

It shines like the tears

of fallen men

Of aviators who touched the clouds

Of the joyful voices

of children so loud

Of women who paved

the way for us now

And lit the spark of justice

And lit the spark of peace

And lit the spark of inspiration

if not just for a flicker,

Gave us the Heavenly Ichor

of Experience and Life

and Precedents through strife,

and are Residents in our minds,

In our hearts.

The Flames of Mankind

Starts

With the flicker

Of a War

Of a Rebellion

Of a Stor-

-y

The Fire grows deeper

Tongues grow lengthier,

lapping up generations of fuel.

Firewood to coal,

Coal to petrol,

Petrol to energy renewable and-

And now it lights us All.