"The sky is dark
With smoke coming like a flood
And the sun is rising
Red like blood.
I hear the crackling of leaves
As the wind carries ash in the breeze,
I hear the crying of the birds
As they hide within their burning trees.
The smoke, like a predator
Has marked his spot.
The flames are burning
Red hot.
The homes of the animals
Have burnt to ashes
With their families' bodies
In bloody stashes.
And it's a real struggle
As we're in a drought
We can't find enough water
To put the flames out.
Men come in their copters
They come in their planes.
Men live without houses
And pray that it rains.
And there aren't enough fighters
To battle this task
And so children are hiding,
Behind their mask.
And families hide
Within their walls
Closing all windows
And closing all doors.
People are standing there, homeless
And missing their couch
And kangaroo mothers
Are left with an empty pouch.
Animals of the wild stand at the edge
Of their burning home in dispair.
And there are no more trees left
For the koala bear.
The people have cried,
And the creatures have bled,
For the raging fires,
That burn hot and red. . ."
-Arabella Katt (xCaptainCl3mentinex)
Written during the 2019 bushfires in Australia
》2019
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Pocket Full Of Poetry | Collection Of My Original Poetry | Arabella Katt
PoetryA collection of poetry I have written. Enjoy! " I Climb Into The Tallest Tree, Where You Could Never Find Me, Where Words On Paper Planes Fly Free, Watch stories sail across the sea In My Ink Filled World Where I Can Be, With Pockets Full Of Poetry"...
