Burn Australia Burn
I could see the faces - the faces of despair,
looking on in disbelief. Standing where
once it was their home, and now an empty shell
where they stood face to face with that infernal hell.
Now there’s nothing left but heart break and the tears.
Everything has turned to ashes gathered o’er the years,
but searching lives with hope and a smile comes through,
when a blistered album’s found with a photograph or two.
Below the smoky moon or the sun a ball of fiery red.
Where the wind enraged the storm to shower sparks ahead,
I feel a tinge of concern and worry ‘bout my turn -
when you burn Australia burn.
Do you turn and run - do you stay and fight,
in a hope that some way that you might
create a revelation if you stay ‘til the last -
You can re-build a home but you can’t replace the past.
I could see the faces - the faces of despair,
looking on in disbelief when standing where,
in the middle of their dreams knowing that they’ve gone -
and knowing that they all must carry on.
Below the smoky moon or the sun a ball of fiery red.
Where the wind enraged the storm to shower sparks ahead,
I feel a tinge of concern and worry ‘bout my turn -
when you burn Australia burn.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2019
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