A firey poem from Temple Night

[RealDollJamie]

The night of the temple burn, I was walking from the temple away towards 9:00'ish (I believe, it was still rather organized chaos area) and stumbled across a fire troupe doing their thing. There were maybe 4 - 6 drummers with them. They were all very good, a mixture of men and women with poi, staff, etc.

This one woman in particular did one session that was very
captivating. About half way through, she began to speak this poem
which felt I recognized as if I had heard it before but not enough about
it that I have been able to google it yet. It talked about the
degredation of society from the tribal times to today with a slightly feminist perspective. The culmination was her being a vehicle of fire, which is the one true purifying element on this earth. There were quite a few lines in it that rhymed on their last syllable but each line was still reasonably lengthy text. My two friends with me remember these two lines from it, or so believe they remember atleast:

"If you don't try to get her/then we can never be together"
"if we don't change it now, the fire will somehow"

If anyone can provide any more useful info about whether the poem was written by her, who she was, if it was another poets work who the artist was, or the entire poem contents, anything along those lines would be good. I'm fully aware I cannot recreate the memory, which was a very strong one, but I would like to enjoy the poem for it's own merits and I'm struggling to find the words (hehehe)

Thanks,
Jamie

Thx,