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Those who would toss around incendiary sentiments of hate in a such a cavalier way and fan the flames of fear, should become familiar with the concept of blowback.

It Caught Fire

It caught fire and became a torch.
People rallied to it in force.
Someone shouted, “Hold it higher!”
Then the crowd itself, it caught fire.

Next someone yelled, “Don’t put it out!”
The throng began to grow all about.
Now all is a conflagration.
No peace, no United Nations.

People starve while eating bullets,
from hatred served in the pulpits.
Leaders feign surprise, the liars.
It was kindling and it caught fire.

M. Zane McClellan

Copyright 2015
All rights reserved

~ Previously posted on The Poetry Channel and published in “My Angel, My Muse.”

https://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/05/27/fire/

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