The Sound of Fire
written by: Enoble Asuquo
Fire—
beautiful as a seed,
comforting,
if it grows,
a hellish sea.
Fire—
soothing as wood burns slow,
on a cold night,
flames aglow.
Fire—
it speaks for the dead,
a crack, a pop,
then spreads.
In war, fire speaks,
not in crack or pop,
but in screams:
“God! Why? Help! Please!”
In war, gods are far,
men are near,
seeking blood,
ignoring tears.
When the burning world pleads for rain,
and all you hear is victory’s call—
ask yourself,
“Am I human at all?”
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