Fire worshipers
The Fire Worshipers stand before their glory
Retracing the trade from along ago story
hypnotized by the flames that entice them in
with practice and skill, their work they begin
They seem unfazed by the heat that is staggering to most
Taking each heat wave, like the Ocean at the coast
So mesmerized by their work, they became oblivious to the crowd
Or that the music that drives them; is a bit too loud
Being part of this world and a part of their own
Their craft is their focus, and that alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem