It sits on the tip of my tongue 
The flame.
I dare not swallow it
For my stomach is already rocks.
I must speak it.
Speak what I see.

We have seen this before
And yet this is different.

This destruction is our own.

We bomb a city thousands of miles away
And sit it in the comfort of our living room
Where we do not see the smoke,
We do not fear the flames 
We do not smell the stench yet.
But it is rising with in us.

We are fools to think the regime cares about us.
We are just the fodder
The wick to burn.
As they light their fires
Setting the whole world aflame. 
Condemning all to ash.

I have spoken of this many times.
Because I saw it coming.
I stand locked in place screaming
While thousands stream past.
“The cliff. “
They know what they are headed for but in their madness are powerless to stop.

And I am here watching it happen.
Powerless as well.