Burning Humility

It won’t waste a moment,
of burning up a house, or freezing dunes.

It goes up the spine, slashing humanity.
Red is a dangerous colour.

Some cry and some whine, in oblivious enmity,
When the burn reaches the heart,
and the red flames are seen.
Not seen the wrath but the water is feat.

The unrecognizable hatred and cooling heat,
even when the world seems so distant.
But all everyone does is scream.

Boiling agony and the fresh tears,
will always leave a mark.
The daring of good and bad is as red as it feels.