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Fight Fire...

On cold and stormy winter nights while mom was counting sheep Dad and I would snuggle tight eyes fixed on fire, staring deep He’d talk and laugh the night away though sickened by the smell of smoke cause fighting fires everyday to him was just no joke So when one day while on the job dad was killed in a blaze I declared war with angered heartthrob and took my father’s place I fought through smoke and fought through heat kept high our family name A vicious cycle in repeat a moth drawn to a flame Till one day I was called to fight in a well known part of town To my dismay, an horrendous site my home was burning down I never could have conceived the carnage underneath the smoke My hard worked dreams that’s been achieved the tears that made me choke On one hand, almost human fire who’d breathe in air and would engage… …the other, with burning desire who stood firm to control the rage The seething fire took a stand for all its oppressed brothers Who lived then died at the hands of my family’s smother We scuffled on throughout the night neither admitting to their fears Until it yielded in the fight quenched by blood, sweat and tears And as I dropped onto my knees I knew there’d be much more When will this revolution cease? The battle’s won, but is the war?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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