Feeding freely upon hateful intentions
And the cold blood of the dead

The kindling was words
That precipitated the fall
Sparking the inferno
That would envelope them all

The more it consumed
The higher the flames
Till nothing would be left but graves and names

So listen closely to my words
There is no stopping the fire when it spreads
Ashes and embers
The firestorm of man

@All Rights Reserved Tammy M. Darby December 1, 2023.