Thanks to Robert at Poetic Asides for this prompt. The bitter truth from my personal perspective…

I DON’T HAVE TO SET THE WORLD ON FIRE

It’s already ablaze
with hatred’s haze

Militias are loading
targets exploding

Cities burying
drug mules carrying

comforting balm
expensive calm

Families crying
boys and girls flying

home from Iraq
in a flag-draped sack

Young girls abort
coat hangers, contort then

succumb to the rust
and they’re dust to dust

Praying with raw knees
does nothing to ease

the truth that is clear:
The fire is here

(c) 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore