In a far away land fire rages-
we are not safe here too-
the Hollow Men at the helm
are sucking our life out-
they rage with
their ‘Headpiece filled with straw’*-
we in turn are slowly becoming
flint, ember
and waiting in silence-
*The quote is from T.S. Eliot’s The Hollow Men
Posted for Weekly Challenge : FIRE @ earthweal
sumanar/lekha 
“. . . we in turn are slowly becoming
flint, ember
and waiting in silence-” Gosh! Yes. We all burn. I think I’m going to try this prompt.
All it takes is a perfect wind to fan those embers into an inferno… 🙂
The present crisis is very much a very old quandary, hearkening back to the first ‘flint and ember.” And it sure doesn’t help at all to have oil men dancing around the fire… Thanks! — Brendan
We wait, helplessly, for “leaders” to lead but they are in a narcissistic dance of their own. I think we have o boot them all out and send in some grandmothers to apply some common sense to this world of warring blustering men and corporate destroyers.
Maybe some fires are better than others! There is a dark anger in this piece.
Cool poem. We have too many “hollow men” at the helm. I would love to vote in some grandmothers!!
I fear no country is immune.
Sumana, I don’t think any place or time, is ever free, from these “Hollow men and women.” May the God/dess have mercy on humanity, come judgment day.
There is so much tied to the we… it’s all about us in the end…. even if the fire is far away.