When logic dictates to seethe with anger and hate the world has gone mad. When those around seem to conspire and aim to set the world aflame; and power acts to play a game to reach at its own heart's desire though it would cast all in the fire: Then, my friends, move, before we burn; this vile evil we should all spurn. Refuse the rude call to ignite, rise up as one -- for freedom fight, and on the foul one tables turn.
Prompt:
Ronovan Writes décima poetry challenge #8: Fire, A
Ronovan Writes haiku poetry challenge #308: anger and logic
Would the foul one know that the tables have turned?
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One would hope so, once it’s been rammed down his throat.
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Ah yes. The message may just get through then! One would think…
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