Colin F. Jones

THE FIRE LIGHTERS

Like jackals they sit in wait, waiting for the fool,
Who speaks of anything, over which they might drool
For they are the subtle fire lighters sitting in the shade,
The deceitful snide provokers for animosity is their trade.
They are not like one so open that they speak their mind,
For they prowl in the shadows not that easy to find.
They are only seen in the firelight when they need to howl,
When they sense a victory because no one heard them growl.
They are weak deceptive people who flatter as they crawl,
To those who hold the power but have no real power at all.
They are educated morons with egos extraordinarily wide,
Who believe in nothing except their own concave pride
Horrid obese people who feed off another’s thoughts,
The germs that always settle in well-intended resorts.