A Deadly Little Spark

You thrust upon us, this tiny spark. Told us not to touch. And then, you turned your back on it, While it scorched the nearby brush, The buckets you left were empty. And it's always wanting more. We've done our best, to contain the spread. But it always comes back, bigger than before. So hopelessly we watch it burn. While you refuse to see. We don't care if he's your son, WE are your company.