Most fires will ignite from carelessness,
Their tinder, lack of forethought, sparked by haste,
Then fanned to flame by panic's panting breaths,
As fumbling countermeasures feed the blaze.
Some quickly run about with stomping feet,
To minimize the quick combustion's rate,
While others stand, observing uselessly,
To cry, accuse, complain and speculate.
The clouds of acrid smoke shall blind our eyes,
Thus we must search within for our defense,
Infernos feed on fuel of fear and pride,
And only shall be doused by common sense.
