When the mountain with all its peaks are aflame

flames spread further with destruction
from where the mountain is covered by fire
until it rushes to the end of the bushes
and everything that it reaches is burning

from where the mountain is covered by fire
while fire-fighters are bringing the first resistance
and everything that it reaches is burning,
people are jumping fleeing out of the way

while fire-fighters are bringing the first resistance
and the fire rolls on and on,
people are jumping fleeing out of the way
in the smoke do not really know where to go

and the fire rolls on and on
while people are looking with emotion,
in the smoke do not really know where to go
while some are demanding escape

while people are looking with emotion
until it rushes to the end of the bushes
while some are demanding escape
flames spread further with destruction.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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