Every Past Tragedy Transpired = Inspired

The inspiration I have gathered and grasped 

from the ashes of this exhausted relief 

fuels a fire untouchable to man 

 

Rising up as the fire burns inside 

this fire not hot nor cold 

this fire was started by those before us 

 

Under those who created our imminent demise 

and the man behind the desk 

the coward in command 

 

Maybe it’s because ignorance is bliss 

But choosing to ignore only fuels our flame 

What lies ahead for us is a weakened footing 

 

Providing this next generation climbing in spite 

a fear of coming to their supposed safe space 

this fire will burn on for generations 

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Guide that inspired this poem: 

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