Setting The Fire Poem by Ghost Legend

On this planet, more than twenty million starving,
There is no such thing as time waiting.
When you're gone, the whole world moves on.
While dying, people admit 'They don't belong, '
Or somehow deserved it for being out too far-
'The next city down the road can burn for all I care.'
Everything outside of US turns out not to matter.
We love consuming ourselves:
Setting the fire, spark by spark,
Our houses seemingly alive in the darkness.