Firestorm
Fire, fire around us…
Fire burning from the top of the mountain,
down to the sea surrounded by fire…
Grass, brush, and trees are just glowing ambers…
Fire fighters on the ground while water dropping
helicopter are all around, drawing up water from the
sea, brought back to drop over the hot spots …
Here come the water tankers they are a blessing
between them and the helicopters we should soon see relief…
Such a shame what fire does, and it was that
idiot playing around, like to look at the flame dancing…
Water shred gone homes burnt to the ground
and yet that idiot is still running around…
What justice we should have to put these fools behind
bars, lock them up and throw away the key…
Firestorms are nothing you want to see, and when the
season gets hot and dry who are the nut cases that televise…
Newspaper and newscaster should learn a thing or
two keep there opinions to themselves for all they
do is let those idiots know when prime time to burn…
When property is lost you can rebuild but
when a life is lost they are gone for good…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012
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