A Crumbling House Aflame


    Flickering flames burn brightly overhead


    The scent of charcoal dominates the air


    Faces aglow with shades of dancing red


    Try as we might, some give into despair


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    A child’s hand-carved cradle, A father’s treasured suit


    Regardless of owner, consumed all the same.


    The walls of our home, darkened by the soot


    Mocking us all, the flame crackles out loud


    Embers flying, the foundation is falling


    Perhaps these are flames no water can douse


    Perhaps we should weep without even trying


    Or perhaps we could look past the ruckus,


    Roll up our sleeves and run for the buckets.