they don’t understand

nor should they

the universe is blooming with mysteries

and all they want

is one simple sentence

that explains it all.

they are like deformed babies

that grew up

and

they reach for adult toys

to pleasure themselves.

they don’t want wisdom

they want power

and they cry and complain for more

mommy and daddy won’t give it to them

I laugh

I take a lighter and burn my poems

I listen to their threats

with mild amusement

I have a bad reputation

I am elbowed out

on the fringes

unnecessary

right where I belong

they have seen to that

I am not a victim

on the contrary

I feel more powerful than ever before

My indifference is like gasoline

their anger

is amusing

they try to destroy me

with flames

they burn themselves

Now,

the world is a beautiful place.

I am the fireman.