The Fire Under Poem by Katherine Cobing

When a man commits crime
He could do nothing
Can't turn back time
When life never cost a thing

Unconscious of what's next
He keeps doing but wrong
Steal money for success
Kill people to be strong

When his spark of life meets an end
He finds himself sorry and weak
Like an old oak that did nothing but bend
'Til he grows soft, old and sick

He lied on his bed asnd thought
'The best years have all gone by, '
in the end, he never found what he sought
He can't help it as he cry.

The world is a place of beauty
Money, sex and fantasy
But don't be a man so greedy
You could end up buried in the fires of fury.