Flames of War

THE FLAMES OF WAR

 

War started in the gulf today,

and I sit in contemplation,

In front of my cozy fireplace.

 

The night is closing softly around me,

As I watch a log alive, yet dying,

With the ever changing, warring flames.

 

Flames ever -- fighting,

To see which has the greatest capacity to control and consume

The area that is their source of existence.

 

Until, consuming it completely, even the flames die;

Leaving only glowing embers, and then only ash and dust.

Cold -- Lifeless -- Ugly!

 

Bonnie Marie “86”copyright
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