Venom We Contain

Pushed off the edge in a way that involves no falling.
Sitting or standing focused on releasing all trained.
Discipline holds on tight to the rage.
Patience remains a thin line.
A line forever raging as long as the heart beats.
Like the string of a candle it burns only to melt inside.
Pressured to fame this is far beyond fame.
Those long ago died at our living cost.
We move disrespectfully playing.
Morals become toys.
Grounds we walk were once the heat of battle.
For the freedom we now have.
As our feet walk and run invisible smoke cries from beneath to be remembered for what they fought for.
All the grass disappears in a blaze of scorching smoke.