Deadly and malignant the bush fire may be
Burning, wrecking and smashing through life
Reducing the once good moments of elation
To sad ashes that invoke sad streams of tears
Flattening the hopes that were once promising
To a barren wilderness of eternal desolation
Replacing the most wonderful experiences
With nothing but the maimed and burnt stumps
Freedom is locked up, isolated, under siege
Surrounded by the snarling smoldering fires
