Blazing Visionaries

In this dreary world I breathe,
And stare down at hell beneath,
I vision, follow, men of fire,
Leaving ashes of desire.

I stop to wonder where the worlds meet,
Or rather ponder where hell really exists,
Of men that could not stand on their feet,
Burning all with their flaming fists.

And now the truth that I know,
I see it everywhere I go,
And imagine it through the world at large,
Sabotage, Sabotage, Sabotage,
What a waste.

                                                                                                                     (c)Mitul Magu, 14
                                                                                                                     (2010)