People nourish the fear Hate, lies, prejudice Manipulable No doctrine Violable Mental carnage You make your game Throws the bait Satisfies your craving? A large fire Begins with a tiny spark Sickly instinct Cerebral torture As smooth as wine As substantial As sweet as your own poison? Always so invasive So possessive But now as shallow And who looks now Imagines and waits Your worst happens finally One good sensation crops out Many things imaginable? So what? All possible chastisements? And why? What you planted And with mad love you nursed Now you reaps and you savor Fruits of their "crazy work" Anguish and pain His action brings you Chain reaction Who plays with fire If ignites The mind is a dangerous toy This it was your game