The Great Southern Land Burns Poem by Paul Warren

Black smoke billows
As the sun hallows
And the Bush burns bright
In the Great Southern Land in flight

Thousands take shelter on the beach
Keeping the fire out of their reach
Australia ablaze from coast to coast a bust
The proud brown land now a blackened husk

We pray to God for deliverance
As we wrestle in the devil's dance
When will it end is the cry
As the country is on fire smoke to the sky.

© Paul Warren Poetry