It’s been a while, and I thought you were done.
But now what’s begun
I’ve feared from the beginning.

I left to lessen the kindling ablaze,
But old embers stay.
Slowly burning the saplings.

  A new fire burns. Slowly at first,
And the smoldering vitriol only gets worse.
And compounds the agony of those you protect,
And you shade them from the rain’s effect,
As any influence not yours, you reject.
I expect-

-That you’re unaware of this fact-

   That rampant lies of fire breathing beasts,
Will burn the trusting.
So stop it.
Please.