Fire, Megan Cherniak
You scientists of a crooked truth.
Holding all your beakers tight.
Talk of all your brewing thoughts,
Has burned, but not shed any light.
Some like to look at them that way,
Without another thought to think.
The poison of their ignorance,
Is the only thing they have to drink.
I do not blame anyone but me
For all I have not known.
I wish I could believe in things
I simply can’t be shown.
So I hold on to inner strength,
Morality and the human soul.
The power of the person,
And the teamwork of the whole.
To find a peace inside ourselves,
And clarity of mind,
May live inside the chest of things,
I can only hope to find.