That Demon Fire
Black powder, the magic of the blast,
the devils' fire that burns so fast.
An inspiration of genius mind,
to the consequences were they blind?
History will be the last witness,
of who's against us and who's with us.
The victims will soon be forgotten,
like soldiers and the wars they fought in.
The 'iron hand' that rules all the world,
a flag that waves, only half unfurled.
People turn their heads, and close the door,
when the sun glints off a forty-four.
There will be no end to the violence,
only memories held in silence.
Let us test the strength of our desire,
and put an end to that demon fire!
sponsor A. Slausen
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