One is prompted to consider the putting out of fires, real or metaphorical, and one responds obliquely
The world is aflame
with malefic direction,
alarmingly aimed at
itself.
Hotly armed people,
unafraid of detection,
freely pursuing
their end.
Sitting quietly
in cool observation
seems scarcely
enough.
Yet sear on burn
with hope to extinguish
has forever
misfired.
Lighting one candle
with pacific intention
feels hardly
sufficient.
Still, the sum of the lights,
the best protection
for our dreams and our future,
ourselves.
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