By Camp Fire Light


The Romance of Resistance

Crackling by Mountain Firesides,

So appealing from a distance

Out of shot where safety bides.


Not the subterranean torture cell,

The Holiday Inn or Stadium,

Not the flaming Halls of Hell

Not our friends? No, no, not them.


No Pasaran, No Jashari

They Pledge allegiance free from Arms

“Oh look, oh look, oh look at me”

They fuel the flames but do no harm?


In the back room pulling teeth

Beating soles with copper pipe,

That’s fake news. Well that’s their belief

Between the lines you’ll sense the hype.


Their enemy’s enemy, are Angels all,

Free reign to loose their lightening strikes.

Then when it’s done they’ll let them fall

And conjure new friends into their sights.

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