A spark breeds into a roaring flame,
it screams "notice me!"
The flame exhausts itself into ashes
Burned out and drained.
Wind carries those ashes away,
and paints the pavement with their remains.

Passersby lift their chins
because its easier to ignore then it is to face facts.
Those ashes lay there as a reminder
for those whose flame is ready to ignite

There is strength in masses
but not if they are all burning (alive).