The sun is so fiery that the skin
Looks like it could ignite anytime
The dry leaves and twigs beg
To go up in flames so as to end
The agony of separation once for all
We didn't know forests could move
Like the witches foretold and eat homes,
Cars, memories, dreams and hopes
Put back on the streets people
Who thought they had put down roots
After a long search for permanence
There was that distraught man pleading
For the advancing inferno to go back
As if it were a beast that listened to words ---
If prayers could work, it would have rained
And we could have said, "told you it would".
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