Dragons hide behind the clouds,                                  Fire burns but but won’t linger,                Mother waits for wasps to sting her                    Pain is blaring all around.


Sister chose to take the boat,                             Couldn’t stand the fire burning,                          The waters will soon be turning                          Guess she chose she’d rather drown.


Brother hides behind his cot,                         Screeching like a wounded bird,                        The weakest member of our herd                          His face is molton in the flames.


Father joined the ones who bomb,                   Through pills and guns he fled,                         Better  now that he is dead                                Mother stands alone.


Brother’s cries are over,                                        Mothers heart is still.                                                I clasp my hands and purse my lips,                And wait for the flames to kill.


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