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OUR FUTURE IS ON FIRE

They run with helots
over scorched earth
they march with minions
into the conflagration
they savor the cup
of bitter wine

Our future is on fire

They slash the cords
of the outer garments
they tear the gown
with zealous fingers
they rip the silk
they gash the flesh

Our future is on fire

They trample the flowers
in their dash for death
they torch the towers
with flaming tongues
they speed the darkness
over Western skies

Our future is on fire

This is a war that cannot be won
by making the enemy turn and run
the way of the past only deepens the mire

Our future is on fire