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
Sharp Little Pencil 
woih
bravely honest..
..I get a feeling of despair ahd a “throwing the hands up” feeling.
And you’re right..it’s an inferno
awesome write..oh, I’m in your One Simple Impression group. I’ll be seeing ya again
Sharp Little Pencil
Thanks for the comment, and hope I didn’t bum you out too much!!
I’ll log on and see what you’re up to. Peace, Amy
woih
No, no. You didn’t start the fire (now I’m singing in my head), just keenly observe it. An accurate view is always welcome to me.
Sharp Little Pencil
I appreciate the same. Anytime you have a good critique, I welcome it! THanks, Dennis!