White-Flames
It rages wild and wide
angrily it eats up areas
whole countryside goes with it
valleys, hills and plateau
forests and grasslands, dry lands
the white flames sires and sores
though white flames flame
no vegetation it scorched
flamers cannot explain
but they have the answers
which they fear to give
but beat about the bush
White flames is unique
it’s affinity is flesh and blood
those who talk and protest
the ones who bark but can’t bite
that their land is being looted
are lined up with setting sun
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