burning

The fires burn bright
Showing us Hell and fear
Are these perhaps our Troubles
Where all are cast upon the pyre
Of funerary heat?
Did we not stoke these flames?
Coaxing their heat, cherishing their
Dance as we warmed ourselves
Casting our neighbors into the cold
Where they also stoked flames?
Now we stand surprised at the
World on fire
As it races toward us,
and escapes from our grasp
We never meant it
But now it burns our homes