Doesn’t every conflict begin with two combatants?

For fire to take flight, there are
things that need assembling;
oxygen, fuel, and heat. Add a
reaction and nothing is the same.

For stupidity to reign, there are,
likewise, things that need to gather;
ignorance, ambition, and fear.
Stir in agenda, moths to the flame.

Once the mob has massed, ignited
and united, against the greater good,
it burns, on and on, until it can’t.
Found outside the wreckage lays the blame.

Millions of years have passed in
walking upright, all spent carrying
the same demons, yet still no will
to end a fiery and foolish game.