The Great Southern Land Burns

Black smoke billows As the sun hallows And the Bush burns bright In the Great Southern Land in flight Thousands take shelter on the beach Keeping the fire out of their reach Australia ablaze from coast to coast a bust The proud brown land now a blackened husk We pray to God for deliverance As we wrestle in the devil’s dance When will it end is the cry As the country is on fire smoke to the sky. © Paul Warren Poetry