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The flame

The bright yellow-orange flame flairs in the air as the people scream for help that never reaches them they run for water and throw it into the flame but the flame does not vanish it increases as the wind blows increasing oxygen to the flame. The fire extinguisher on the wall is not working the carbon dioxide inside has expired the cries increase as people burn to the ground and some have died due to poor tissue perfusion and fluid loss I hear the cries of starved children in the third world country but no one is helping them with food or clothes. I hear the cries of those with AIDS in the hospital beds begging for more medicine but no one is listening it is as if they are talking to walls. I hear the screams of prisoners being tortured but no one is running to free them. I hear angry shouts of those who protest against nuclear proliferation and destruction of the planet’s ecological balance. I hear endless pleas for justice and peace all over the world it is a wild flame burning the whole country and there is no consolation, light or hope.
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Mar 12, 2013
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