Playing with fire

Always a metaphor

But not for me

As it’s only a distress

To watch its gleam

Mother never understood

The light of its flames

Playing with fire

Isn’t only a game

It’s happening all around the world

Perhaps it’s not just it’s beauty

But also it’s danger goes unseen

It’s flames are roaring

Ashes are soaring

The sky bluish, reddish, green

This isn’t the world I wanted it to be

Where playing with fire went unspoken

Unseen of its use of sin

Only burns the remains of what has been broken

I’m afraid I’ll be the next to play with fire

_Or I’ll be the next to be between its flaming attire_

Burning the innocent isn’t what it seems

it’s all a lie about the ashes they acquired

It’s not too late to say that they have been seen

But not by the whole world that has been blinded by liars …

Children starving, afraid to step out

Afraid that the fire might eat them inside out

Bullets and bombs from left and right

Innocents have to fight

Against the world blinded by liars

And their wrong use of this dangerous light

_Playing with fire was never right…_

_So why are we blinded when it’s clearly in our field of sight?_