Raging Rags Poem by Lewis Dowell, III

Raging rags dipped in oil
Filthy to the core,
Rich the pool collected in
It opens up the door.
The mixture pure, when set aflame,
Burns the world anew,
A thousand riches engulfs the view,
Of the old and the new-

Raging rags dipped in oil
Filthy to the core,
Rich the pool collected in
It opens up the door.
The mixture pure, when set aflame
Burns the world anew.
A million years unfolds the truth
Of the old and the new-