Bush-Fire In the Savannah

Blazing bush-fire rages in the Savannah With bright red eyes and fast moving legs One ponders survival of flora and fauna But it is not an ordinary wild bush fire With amorphous and elastic fiery tongue He is sectarian, wise but morally corrupt Selecting only humans and sparing the rest He sees, smells and burns them to stillness Searching in hotels, homestead and bushes Licking their bottoms and fanning flames Whirlwind sends invoices to every house As the stars rise, twinkle and set in youth With no expert fire extinguishers in action And fog covering the eyesight of the victims Savannah bush fire merry-makes uninterrupted In the land that may soon become catacombs