GREAT FIRE...

Great fire...

There was a great fire, it kept rising higher.

Children were screaming, pets were running.

No bodies were found, there was only ash on the ground.

Parents were crying, slowly they were dying.

Their children were gone, their children died alone.

There was a great fire, it kept rising higher.

Children were crying, animals were hiding.

They all fled into the woods, hoping life would still be understood.

Parents were dreaming nightmares, children were watching deaths glare.

Their children were home, they cant leave them alone.

Mommy and Daddy need them, they cant bare to lose them.

The great fire is their job, making family look like a big slob.

Work would never let them spend time, faith committed a foul crime.

The great fire is disaster, making families grow apart faster.

(I WROTE THIS POEM A WHILE BACK, LIKE TWO TO THREE YEARS AGO I THINK)