The killings... the fires
Folks can't take much more
Lost loved ones and homes
They feel right at hell's door.
I saw a woman on the news
She said, "Do not pray for me"
She was angry and broken and said,
"Remove guns, it makes sense, you see."
We have to do something
And if we love God, we truly must
Say prayers for these people
For God is who many of us trust.
Sending money always helps
Or offer our homes if we can
Such loss we can't imagine
Loss of lives on flaming land.
So many of brave firefighters
The fires they have fought
As the wind makes it worse
So exhausted that they drop.
For me, I must ask God
To help them plan a new start
I simply cannot imagine
It just breaks my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem