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Shocking Bushfires

Every man, woman and child really admires \The men and women fighting the bushfires Some deliberately lit, the worst of all sins The fires roar fiercely in the strong winds Hundreds of square miles have burnt to the ground Poor people watching their houses burning down Just to see it on television is a terrible shock Gone are farms, houses, buildings and stock Feel sorry for these people, nothing at all left Over sixty poor buggers have burnt to death For weeks us Aussies have suffered dreadful weather Stinkin' bushfires will bring people closer together Loosing everything you own must be incredibly rough The country people will survive, they are terribly tough Why would anyone want to cause so much pain? Bastards who lit these fires have no bloody brains Bushfires are terrible, what an awful way to die Not much we can do really, but to wonder why Burnt out cars with poor buggers stuck inside Couldn't beat the flames, had nowhere to hide Everyone will be praying, of that there`s no doubt Hopefully soon, all them damn fires will be out As I write this, even worse than I`d feared Whole Victorian towns have simply disappeared With the winds howling the fires move faster How can the lord let this happen, a natural disaster? Mother Nature has dealt out one hell of a hand Fires in two states and floods in Queensland Only thing I can offer, not much that is true To all you poor buggers, my thoughts are with you I can`t remember anything worse in all my years Nobody will look, without shedding some tears Not much we can do to help ease the pain Guess I`ll pray to God, send down some rain I think tonight, everyone will be saying their prayers Hoping the fires are out, that none of them flares

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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