Fire Breeds A Fiercer Fire Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The sun climbs high, a weary eye,
Sees through the haze of painted lies.
A world grown tired, begins to stir,
The old game's up, the truth laid bare.

A giant sleeps, across the sea,
Dreams of power, eternally.
To rule the world, a desperate plea,
To start a war, for all to see.

A flash of light, a mushroom blooms,
A repeat horror, sealing dooms.
But shadows stir, in lands afar,
Where pride burns bright, like a guiding star.

One falls in fire, a nation's pain,
Ten shall answer, like vengeful rain.
No longer bound by fear's tight hold,
The sleeping giant, will be controlled.

The land will crack, the sky will weep,
A price of hubris, buried deep.
For some care not, for threats they hear,
And stand defiant, casting out fear.

A shadowed plan, a dangerous game,
To spark a war, ignite the flame.
A blast from past, a chilling thought,
Like ashes scattered, dearly bought.

But echoes rise, a different sound,
Where strength in unity is found.
A silent vow, a solemn plea,
'No more destruction, let peace be.'

For fire breeds a fiercer fire,
And vengeance fuels a burning pyre.
The world remembers, holds its breath,
And chooses life, defying death.