With fire,

The issue has always been

Its two-edged burning.

The tool,

Gripped so knowingly

In the fist of the despot.

And the weapon

Wielded with hope

In the hearts of the masses.

Watch it rain

Cinders and ashes

When they clash.

Watch the heavens

Become illumined

With the blaze of their struggle.

When the world

Settles defeated

In the bed of its ruin

Ask yourself

From the heat and the shadow

Who set the spark.

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