THE LICKING FLAME OF FIRE

The Licking Flame Of Fire


Have you noticed the moth,
Drawn ever closer to the flame?
Playing with its life,
And know ‘tis but a game.

Some on pretty wings,
They flutter and don’t tire,
Unless they fly too close
To the licking flame of fire.

Sometimes I think of this
As humans live their life,
Those that choose to live
By the gun and by the knife.

I write of those people
Who use weapons just too steal.
The ones that are too lazy
To work for an honest meal.

Also there are too many
That life means nothing to;
Are ready to die themselves
To bring the same to me and you.

What can be done about it?
Surely a message we must send,
The life we know and love
Is rounding a new bend.

I believe this situation,
Is getting more than dire,
Thinking the time is close
To the licking flame of fire.

M. L. Chapin
AKA
Monty
©11/27/2002