He spoke with this elocution that'd shake you like an AED
as he promised for you the return of your sacred fire, your sanctity
that was squelched out recently, senselessly, ravenously
by a horde of curious kids.
Destructive they were.
Of this, at least, you must concur
as they trampled all o'er the fire,
throwing stones at it to worsen the mire.
There were things they did not understand
not just as kids, but as humans.
After all these kids arriving were foreigners who
didn't understand your ways.
After all, I implore you, when it comes to the fire within their people do
you think you'd understand their ways the day
that they came to town and ceased the ignition of your flames?
I think not.
I know not.
For I've studied the human psyche
and have thenceforth come to introduce this corollary:
that humans don't really think empathetically
(It's just an illusion that fancy themselves with.)
This supposition is based on the reality
that all human evolution is based on self interest.
Argument now made, let me now digress
and tell you more of the man and his elocution
and how it promptly spawned the revolution.
He compared the foreigners to the rocks that
they thoroughly threw to put out the fire.
Such rocks are inflammable, diluting the populous at
faster rates as the elders retire.
"They don't catch our fire!" he screamed.
"Falling over top the fire pit
they inhibit the sustenance of it-
the precious ideas, beauty and warmth of our creeds.
Of the things we need they are molestors.
Take to hell these heathenous trespassers!"
Indeed his words did last or
kill one before they could ring perpetually in one's ear.
Quite swiftly he awakened the most humongous of your fears.
You think it wold never happen here,
but have you dared to look closely at the mirror?
He was greatly endeared-
this man of voluminous and thunderous elocution-
by men with clear and clean and kind hearts
that beat only for men of the same art
the same fire
the same way.
These were the people that acted on that day.
For acting was precisely what they were doing.
To a proud, fierce, defined role they were conforming
as they impaled these foolish savages and the rocks they were throwing,
rocks that had no place in that inferno,
rocks that knew not where they were going.
The greatest ignorance of you fire people was in not knowing
this fact of why they did what they were doing.
Twas because they knew not where to go.
So it was so
The children-the humans-not knowing what else to do
trampled and stamped and scampered and laughed.
Rocks upon that fire they threw.
And when the fire manifested itself in emptiness, darkness, silence
it thence inflamed in this scary kind of vengeance
brought forth by the man of elocution
as he waged his sacred revolution.
He brought your fire back to you
yet it wasn't like it used to
be.
Twas unrecognizably
grand and all consuming,
society destroyed,
genocide ensuing.
