Crackers

No matter how much you love them
Crackers were always meant to burn;
For if they don't, homes will, money will
And if they do, you would be able to sit still.
So you have to light them up, you see
To take care of the darkness that you feed.
Any cracker that ever protested, wasn't dry
But alas! Crackers have no right to cry.

So let's rejoice as the fire eats them whole
Doesn't matter, near or far, or somewhere unknown;
There's always hope in someone else's despair
As long as we, the great dwellers of the moral world,
Know how not to burn ourselves, while lighting the fire.