Stress and trauma over the hill
Fires still burning ~ intended to kill.
Oh the scene is terrible
Odds for survival negligible
Left in 'the lap of the gods'.
Plant life and animals die.
As flame reaches up to the sky
In an Arson atmosphere...
The culprits may never appear
Odds are left in 'the lap of the gods'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem