• Words spoken in ill will
    Seething in hate they breed revenge
    Revenge in the form of harmless whispers behind the backs of men
    But whispers turn to voice and voices to shouts

    The tiny ember of hate stirs in the dry grass as words are uttered in malice
    Burning permanent scars
    For temporary anger

    Soon enough, A fire blaze bright and wild
    As fist fly like eagles
    And bones break like branches
    Under a harsh and strong wind
    that stokes a single flame into a raging inferno

    Because one fist becomes two, then three, then four
    One spark becomes many
    The tiny flame of hate becoming a wildfire in the hearts of the ignorant.
    And a once peaceful forest is reduced to ashes
    By a single misplaced torch

    Everything in burned in violence.
    When the smoke clears,
    Nothing is left.
    Where fire burns,
    Nothing can remain.