Tell us more about how the fires began
Like the man on a bicycle caught.
Lighting trash with a butane battle
And old Christmas trees he sought.
Thank goodness neighbors restrained him
From his deeds of destruction and death.
We must stay aware of danger among us
Defending all we love with every breath.
How many arsonists are among us
Who wish to destroy all people own.
How many times has it happened before
As the seeds of fire are blown?
By Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web
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