The Hawk Is Angry Fierce Ready To Kill

The nation is burning in the form of a hawk Rising toward the heavens in fiery redness The rest of the world watches, sadly helpless Billions of animals dead, oh, Australia, we grieve for you. The hawk is angry, fierce, eager to maim and kill The forests are on fire, glowing as a giant campfire, Enticing the hawk to come closer, teasing her in her sadness Thousands of homes lost. Oh, Australia, we pray for you. The hawk cannot get away, caught in a whirlwind of unhappiness Tethered to the horribleness of what is happening. Helpless to do anything, except watch the forest fires burn and burn. Sadness all around, trees lost forever. Oh, Australia, what will you do? The nation is the hawk, the hawk the nation. Hypervigilant, and sorrowful. We watch on the other side of the world, rooting for the hawk. Will he make it? Will he eventually be able to fly up and out and rebuild the nests? Optimism is thrown to the hawk in droves. Oh, Australia, we are here for you!