We burn
Temps move
up, it’s getting too hot and bushfires pop up on any old plot
Houses burn
down, some people will die - they can’t see the road, they can’t see the sky
Who’s there
to help them, to get them out? Who knows what’s going on, who is about?
Flames rage
up and reach tops of trees and the ground is full of koala bodies
The sky is
yellow and orange and red and all animals panic, so full of dread
What do you
see? Are you there to fight? The bushfire can kill you – are you alright?
Where’s the
water? Is it out of the sea? Are you calm, can you foresee?
How many
hours has this now burned? Are enough people really concerned?
It’s far too
hot, the temperature’s up, when this will go out – how can we clean up?
I’m not at
this fire, I watch everyday and I cry myself, just thinking betray
So
many animals, left on their own; so many evacuees from the hotzone
It’s
burned too long, it’s killed this land: climate change exists – do you
understand?
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