Not Cool



The world is aflame

with malefic direction,

alarmingly aimed at itself.

Hotly armed people,

unafraid of detection,

freely pursuing

their end.

Sitting quietly

in cool observation

seems scarcely

enough,

yet sear on burn,

with hope to extinguish

has forever

misfired.

Lighting one candle

with pacific intention

feels hardly

sufficient.

Still, the sum of the lights,

the best protection,

for our dreams, our future,

ourselves/