The Fire

The Fire

	Summer cries at season's end
	Empty husks cast to the wind
	Dreams devoured by cruelest flame
	Fingers point while victims blame

	Screams unheard within the ring
	Children engulfed by untold pain
	If no one sees past smoky gray
	There will not be a better day

	I must be the rising call
	We will make the barriers fall
	All must cast for mankind's fate
	To never make the same mistake

	Michael Benson 2018-08-01