another morning gift of fire
would only catch the roof, so as a pyre
and ceremoniously take aloft the ash
of brazen haven homes, of cash
for that is all in eyes of plunder
a stamping ground, not wonder
and as the open view is gone forever
there is no sign of man so clever
who has left the land this fate
but its anger will not dissipate
the red blood rising halts for none
nature and her sun, they know the one
another morning gift of fire
did catch the roof, so as a pyre
©2009 Hey Hey
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