Fanning the Flame into Fire with a Mouthful of Salty Water

 

 

How can I fan into fire, the saturating flame of hope before me?

Can a mouth filled with water cause a glow or make a close?

How can I save the world, the whole generations of man?

Shall I hold the water in my gutter and still speak up my pains?

 

Who will find a sustainable solution to my dilemma?

Shall I change the game and vote a change, saying NO to craze?

Who will brighten our hope of a peaceful world?

Will he also add some flavor of equity?

 

The golden rule will do

Taking me on a journey; the journey into a “happy ever after”

The beginnings of unending smiles and joy unspeakable

I forgot the salinity of my pride and swallowed it up

Making a run way for my organic bellow to perform its voluntary duty

 

Glowing hope is all my optical heart can courier; trailing the smoke of care

Hope of a better living in an expensive world of love, I recognized

Eureka! The song of discovery I could not jettison but amplify

The flame of equity has just been fanned into an exuberantly burning fire.

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