The Arsonists

You won’t see them just anywhere yet they’re everywhere,

But every once in a while

When edifices go up in flames,

You’ll know it’s them.

If you look hard enough at the blazing fire,

In their colourful heat,

You will spot them

Smiling

Like pyromaniacs,

In the smoke of the ruins, you’ll

Hear them celebrating

The destruction they’re devoted to.

Because they succumb to entropy by catalysing it,

They clear up the mist by being a part of it.

 

 

They haven’t always been this way,

You did this

You did this to them

 You were the gasoline to their fire,

 And so volatile was it

That they got lost in combustion.