FIRE

The divine invention of the human mind,
The element purest perceived by mortal kind,
Tamed to man's liking- flickering at the tip of an oiled wick,
to a spot of light reduced- at a smokers finger tip.
Beware- it's blazing rage, it's wrath unseen,
could drown the best of the brave into a haunted sea;
of gruesome deaths, of bodies chipped, of withered lives,
of dreams that awaken slumbers as if stabbed with a thousand knives.
Fire is the first colour beyond the window of a working mind- illuminated; drunk on a thought brand new,
Fire is in the charred manuscript of a forbidden idea in the hands of timid mortals ; perceived way ahead of its time- written by a mighty few.
Fire is also the end of a brave genius at the stakes burnt,
for refusing to apologise for stating the truth through observation that he learnt.
Fire is in the hasty strokes of a poets quill , lest his words travel unheard, perched upon times soaring wing.
Fire is in the mocking slogan etched across the archway of a reigning king.
Fire is in the sacred anthem of a society behind veils, meeting in shadows for what they believe.
Fire is in breaking shackles, tied by tradition, failing to restrain a spirit impossible to cleave.
Fire is in the unshakeable will to try, when the last breath in you has died,
to search within depths of a sunless sea for the hope to go on- for the popular belief you have defied.
Fire is in pursuit, fire is in passion, fire is in quenching relentless curiosity,
In the search for truth , in the belief in proof, in the decision to defy them wrong majority.