I saw the pictures on TV, the fires burning burning,
The heat rising in fire tornadoes, the hell of the heat and the burning
The houses burned, people suddenly homeless and the reporters interviewed
Without compassion or understanding of the suffering they were filming.

The untold story of the animals that perished, horribly, awfully aware
Of the danger and unable to escape in time-adults, babies all consumed by fire
Some who could flew away leaving their nests and unfledged chicks-the screams
Of the dead and dying drowned out by the sound of the fire-snapping, crashing, roaring

How like us are the fires-roaring through the world without a care for what and whom
We hurt-
Fire is concerned with itself burning and burning-
We are concerned with ourselves and blindly plow through everything in our path for our ultimate satisfaction or perhaps our doom-
We know not; just like the fire-we just burn on and on.