Fire

Fire.

There is a fire destroying everything.

It’s climbing up the walls, over the floors,

Into the windows and through the doors.

They all stand outside.

They look with curiosity.

As screams for help reach a new velocity.

And no one tries to help.

It engulfs all the structures,

While they watch, with glee, as vultures.

And it all begins to crumble.

All the sweat, blood and hard work,

Gone, with an echoing tumble.

The smoking heap burns out.

And nothings left, no one survived.

The smoking heap burnt out.

And they all turn away,

There’s no longer anything on display.

You see, they all want to be there when the show is big.

They all want to see the spectacle that destruction can be.

But when the flames fade and the smoke burns out,

They’re all left with the inevitable truth…

They watched…

They watched and did nothing…

And they alone have to live with the destruction

The destruction that will burn them alive.

Burn them inside,

As the cycle begins again.

Fire.