Bonfire Disease
Every day is such a long day when bored
I would always play with a computer motherboard
Until that first night of many had happen
A waitress next door went home at night eleven
Did you guys hear another bonfire last night?
Coz it felt like they were bombarding her light
Despite the argumentations she brought
The dark words wield her, until her light rot
I felt sorry for her agony, it was such a disease
From top to bottom who couldn’t ignore her misery
Everyday fighting for freedom to be at peace
Maybe someday she’ll find a treasury
I’m not talking about gold or sapphire
I’m saying someone could be her fire
Not literally, but someone who gives hope
Enough for her to have fate in humanity’s scope
Not everyone burns on sight
Not many have even gotten a bite
So why don’t we share our light
So her days will no longer be a fight
Copyright © Louie Garcia | Year Posted 2021
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