Firestarter - 2011/07/24

Our second hand is passing
A prescribed point in time
Bolstered by fake memories
The inattention is a crime
Words from armies of faces
A cacophony of nasty swill
Simply distract to destroy
After we have had our fill

Ears all about are closing
Mouths sadly do not follow
Revealing a righteous fire
Ever sputtering and hollow
Cogs claiming to self rule
Now rotate in a vast array
Working to pace of another
Unwilling to cease halfway

A vulnerable shining spark
Caught by a languid breeze
Is fodder for the knife of
Some leaders feeble sneeze
We are too late to protect
The feint is already afoot
You bear witness to record
A creation reduced to soot

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