Still dancing around
the fire, no longer burning.

What reason to smile
could they have found.

What dream so lucid
they forgot the shaking.

What feeling so strong
to silence the ground.

Can't they smell the ashes,
the stench of the void.

Can't they see the wasteland,
the decades of hurt.

Can't they hear the crying
of the burning soldiers.

The sea of regrets
buried under the dirt.

Don't they realise-
no, they are busy.

Collecting hopes and wood
to fill up the space.

Pretending to mean it,
but they are all liars.

Yet again building
a new fireplace.