Fires of the Night

Some are visible and loud in broad daylight

But the wildest fires come through the night

When all is silent, when all is dark

When nothing is visible but what gazes upon you from the sky

The fire breaks the stillness of the night

When not a soul is awake to notice

Except for he himself who lit the fire

Now he walks away satisfied with his deed

But one day he shall reap the consequence

This poem is about: 
Our world


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