I do like the poem, Laura; although like Gavin, I can't really see the 2nd side. Neverthlessa, it was a good read.

This is just something that has been playing in my mind for a while now. I do think it sounds a bit like preaching... but eh.

Don’t put out the fire!

Here I am
Trying to put out the bush fire;
And I can’t forgive myself
If I were to close my eyes
And turned my head away
Letting the fire spreads
Until it becomes a wildfire;
I do detest them
The ones who started the fire,
The ones who think that
A little bit of fire
Is harmless

But no,
Not only will the fire burn them
But we, the spectators
We shall feel the heat, too;
And yet, we pretend
That the fire will not harm us
At all

The ignorant, they mocked me;
Sneering, they said,
“If you are so good,
Why should you be putting out the bush fire?
Put out the blazing fire,
Why don’t you?”
I went silent;
No, it was not that I was afraid of them
It was because I was disappointed,
Disappointed that they were so blind
To not see that the so-called “bush fire”
Had now but turn into a blazing inferno
That had stretched and reached the sky
Burning furiously

And what is this?
I hear one can retain their purity
Even after they had stained themselves;
Can’t they see that they are no different
Than an egg?
Once broken
It can never be mended

And as for the counterpart,
They think of themselves
As an onion;
It doesn’t matter
How many layer you peel
Because, in the end
The onion remains an onion

But remember,
When God said “be!”
It shall be!

Woe to us!
How much death must we see?
Do we want to see more beast
Roaming free on the street?
How much unborn lives must be taken,
In cold blood?
Tell me, is it right
To sell our honour
For the sake of progress?
Do we not fear His wrath?

So, listen to me now!
Put out the fire!
Yea, put out the fire!