Why are you here?

Peut-être vous recherchez un emplacement française au sujet de plastique, si ainsi ; désolé.

If you are here in search of information on mouldable explosives or an obscure DC character, I suggest you try Wikipedia.

However if you are looking for crap poetry of a socio-political nature, look no further...
When we are young,
Learning as a child learns,
Reaching for the flickering flame,
We learn that fire burns.

Worst enemy and most welcome friend,
Destroyer and creator at different turns,
Used to build or to defend,
The power of fire burns.

Placated and protected,
Power still writhes and churns,
So a person is entrusted,
With the fire that burns.

Caring for an ancient trust,
Living through all the trials that earns,
When all the machines are turned to rust,
The sacred fire still burns.

Although dowsed by the hypocrites,
Managers and ministers will learn,
That they are irresponsible idiots,
And in our hearts the fire will burn...

2 comments:

(:þ) said...

A more legible version:


The Fire burns...
When we are young,
Learning as a child learns,
Reaching for the flickering flame,
We learn that fire burns.

Worst enemy and most welcome friend,
Destroyer and creator at different turns,
Used to build or to defend,
The power of fire burns.

Placated and protected,
Power still writhes and churns,
So a person is entrusted,
With the fire that burns.

Caring for an ancient trust,
Living through all the trials that earns,
When all the machines are turned to rust,
The sacred fire still burns.

Although dowsed by the hypocrites,
Managers and ministers will learn,
That they are irresponsible idiots,
And in our hearts the fire will burn...

Fanny said...

Love this one. It gives me perspective & hope after a day filled with irresponsible idiots. Thanks,Fanny