Unlocked, loaded, let your words flame paper

set arson to thought-control, torch the news.

Pyro-dissident: touch fire to their views

Reveal new topographies, mind-shaper.

Spark a candle—a single thin taper.

Subvert what worldlings dare not refuse.

The herd will always revile or accuse;

but contours alter for you, landscaper—

so chastise darkness. Proclaim what is right.

(When their stable burns down due to your light

or smoldering, implodes, it’s not your fault.)

If the status quo will not acquiesce

then muster another frontal assault.

There’s no shame in a flame; just incandesce…