FIRE

Durdica Porobija


Fire is like a tongue, hard to stop,
Its belly is full of destruction.
A house burning in the darkness transforms into a dragon,
It roars fire, spewing deadly
volcanic rocks.

A fire that devours a forest bends the trees to the ground.
The trees howl in pain and burns,
They fall like warriors on the battlefield.
From the forest, hares flee
and deer seek their tender fawns.
Wild boars, jackals, foxes and wolves flee -
Sometimes togetherness is born in adversity.

Pyromaniacs secretly laugh in perverted pleasure,
While the heroes of the fire – firefighters – throw themselves into the flames
And fight until their last breath.

Between two fires – the one in the forest and the one in man –
sometimes a stubborn spark of good is born.
In the fire of hate speech on social media
It seeks the breath that will turn into peace,
Into the fire that warms.



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