"The Burning City" by Lauren

Inspired by: Hollywood Undead

I’ve heard the words of another say in the most calm voice, like the ocean before a storm, “ Let’s watch this city burn from the skyline on top of the world, till there’s nothing left of her,” but has it been burning for too long now. Crime, poverty and politics are the wood logs waiting to be lit by the uncaring people of this world. We all contribute to the ceremonial burning, for our own reasons and others just out of utter revenge. What we don’t realize until after the world catches a flame is nothing good will come of this fire. We hope for a better world to bloom like the morning glory, but the only thing we see in the morning is more chaos and hurt. We all run to stop it, but it is obviously too late. We cannot stop others’ minds or views, for their fire inside of their hearts is still hateful, vengeful and selfish. How do we stop the horrid massacre? We “watch this city burn” and hope we all survive others’ mistakes and wonder about those we have hurt. All we have is prayer and hope that someone will save us from our selves; someone everyone will listen to and someone that not only can, but WILL change their minds. I like to think that someone is me, but the truth is I am not quite ready to let go of my little fire. Call me a hypocrite, go ahead, but at least I can admit it unlike the rest of us who simply ignore the hatred and violence outside our doors. I will not go on pretending not to care about this never ending war. Now, let’s stop looking at this gorgeous fire and find a way to put it out. It may take years and maybe even lifetimes, but that is ok. As long as it happens in the future, that is all I ask for. I do not wish to look down from the sky and see what I saw on, what some people call, hell. I want to see peace and blue-green features because orange was never my favorite color anyway.