Crackers

They be the fire,
to every belonging of mine,
they take my things,
and set them up in a line,
to add explosives of their emotions,
they gathered with time,
they then burn everything,
they set everything sublime,

I be a mere spectator,
before a beautiful scene,
of fire and light,
of red and green,
i stand shocked,
as the blank expression on my face,
i stand rocked,
at rest at my place.

These people are my greatest enemies,
they are my casualities,
on the pathway to destruction,
they are facilities,
they live on me,
and wait untill i mistake,
then they rise like flames,
and burn the property on stake.

From standing on feet,
to kneeling on knees,
and down to kiss the earth
they explode deafening crakers,
made out of my things,