Fanning the Flame
There is a house divided in large and small corridors.
Rolling, whirling, raging flames pushing at every door.
Flames of the past and today caused sorrow
There is a fan blowing, pushing flames even at tomorrow.
It conjures up the buttress to empower the flames,
While deriding erring souls of rest from pain.
I've sequestered from these crazy times or
Will I retrieve what's left behind.
Must this fan continue to turn?
War and peace, good and bad
A testament of life's struggle, we all have.
Flames of tyranny so severe, depicting
The past, future and everywhere.
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