Flames
Flames.
They swell.
They burn.
They grow.
They engulf.
They destroy.
They ruin.
How do you think they feel, with their homes turning into ashes?
How do you think they feel, about these fires lighted by cigars?
How would you feel, if your life were burning before your eyes?
But do you take time to think, as you play part in this?
Flames.
Stop them.
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