Paradise Aflame-(California wildfire Nov. 2018)
Flames of Paradise don’t leave us homeless
Flames of destruction don’t leave us hopeless
Rebuilding we will, but forgetting we won’t
Fleeing your destructive path without looking back
Catching aflame will be our end like Gomorrah to salt
Burning our sins is like a violent assault
We escape to only return to ashes and debris
Many are lost to naked eyes; fearing possible consumption, by the flames of paradise
Those without hope choose to go down with their homes
Like a captain chooses to go down with his ship
Material possession or life possession, can we exist without the other?
Many were set ablaze, sacrificed to the flames of death
With its hunger satisfied, the blaze of death calms itself
It burns weaker, preparing to sleep on a full belly
The blaze subsides; allowing itself to be overtaken
We base our worth on the frivolous materials we accumulate
Our lives seem worthless without the weigh down of our possessions
Starting anew brings excitement wrapped in a bow of sorrow
But, life, it goes on! We rebuild only to be scorched again tomorrow.
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