Criminality Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Criminality



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'.

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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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