Peace on the Mountain

 

The lesson ends, so teacher wipes the board.

The bell rings out, forgetting all it learns.

All the while there’s fire under the mountain

And it burns.

 

The village children ring around the fountain.

Their parents, at the pub, sing with their mates.

All the while there’s fire under the mountain,

And it waits.

 

The telly’s on. They stare above their feast

Served on trays with plastic cups and plates.

All the while fire rises from the east,

And it waits.

 

They don’t read. So imagination tires

With, you know: this and that. Consoles in bed.

They wait unknowingly for dragon fires:

They will be fed.

 

 

We aim in life for comfort, and simplicity.  Complacency and comfort may kill us all. 

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