Tribute to firemen/ firewomen

Fire is a sound

an emission of strangest light

and thus, to and for, it sways

would you deny its seductive nature

a ferocity of cunning power

that render even the most robust cavaliers absurd

you've seen nothing if you've not seen a fire

rolling over the ceiling, licking the air

a victim holds his breath; a few brave sould beat it

it crawls beneath the door, turning everything to dust

breathing darkest vapors, swift in maneuver

there's not victory here, it gets ahead

but out there are men and women of uniform

individuals who call to fire, chasing what we all avoid

why then don't we hold them as our heroes and heroines