Fire Takes it All

cradles and toys
girls and boys
they run around
and touch the sky
why? the fire grabs anything
in it's rueful path
a fire bath
washes skin away
blows up your food cans
like fireworks
pop, pop, pop no stop
skinny little kids with no clothes
mommies and daddies huddle with no cash
burned to ash
little kids sleep in their shoes now
afraid to get caught again
in the cold and wet
in their socks
stepping on rocks
with tears fallin down
like the rain
and the fire blazes on



  • baj-a

    very sad and tragic poem. little kids sleep in their shoes now... heartbreaking.

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