Wildfire

I woke up this morning, turned on the light
and stepped out into the side of the Dawn.
Took a deep breath, looked all around,
''What the hell is, is going on,
does anyone know?
Why the children, we don't hear them
anymore when they cry?
Why the man he's on the street
reaching out, we just pass by?''
Can't hear them cry.
It's a wild,
wildfire,
and it's burning out of control.
It's a wild,
wildfire,
and now there's no place to go,
and the fire yea,
it rages on.
'' Why's my sister on the street,
living in the waste, we left behind?
Why's my brother running scared,
running with the needle
to ease his mind?
Are we so blind?
How many wars,
how many more people gon'na die?
How many times must I hear
an Angel cry,
must she cry?''
It's a wild, wildfire,
and it's burning out of control.
It's a wild, wildfire,
and now we've no place to go.
And that fire yea,
it rages on.
''Where have we gone?
To all the glitter and the gold.
Where's our brotherly Love
we once had,
does anyone know?''
Our children's tomorrows
we're stealing like a thief in the night.
The fire's burning strong and the smoke
is stealing our sight.
Can't see the light.
It's a wild, wildfire,
and it's burning out of control.
It's a wild, wildfire,
and now there's no place to go.
And the fire yea,
it rages, rages on.
And the fire rages on!
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Sad, but so true!
Yes, vary sad, where we are at in today's society. My sister had influence on this writing, she died while homeless, in the waste that we've left behind.
Greetings Larry,
Powerful poem,(dedication to your sister).The realities of life, for those unfortunately have not and the abilities of those who have but will not. A fence that should be not only straddled by a few good Samaritans but one which should be torn down by all of those who are humanitarian enough to lend more than just a hand,, My many sorrys and condolences goes out to you and to your sister..Very heartfelt poem, the many instances where you wished life was just imitating art, instead its art imitating the realities of many lives, wishing for a more secure position in life and someone willing to take a stand in their up heaval…
Kind regards,
Jim
Thank you for your comment Jim. I appreciate it. Life gives us something to write about...and then some.
Spoken like a true poet Larry......and ever so true...