Argument is pointless, love is key

Compare the BBQ on the hill to Nero fiddling while Rome burned

The burning road with  buses overfull
Old and poor folk crammed ,Calcutta like-
The burning road objects ,its tarmac boils
Swallows a man’s leg,this is no fake.

With hammer and a chisel he’s released
While others picnic on the fire struck hill
They say they do not see the clouds of smoke
If the wind turns East,   those fires will kill

As they ignore the fire above their  heads
So we ignore what we don’t want to know
That we may envy,hate or  wish to kill
That hidden rages make our mood fall low

So as we each choose what we want to see
Argument is pointless, love is key