Flames were the center of attention.

People’s eyes were in horror

Knowing loved ones

Were going to face something only impossible

To avoid . The cloud of smoke glared at

The city with an evil smirk, polluting

The air with depression and fear . the flames


Ordered people to stay back with its intimidating

Roar of death . as a tower pleaded for it life

And would fight to stay around until every

Ash was defeated . The planes in tears as

They were trying to avoid the horrific thing they were going

To do next


The fire  watched as people wimped in misery

Begging the it to have mercury. The cloudy smoked looked backed

And laughed “you’ll always remember me, with tears to come, i can never say differently “


This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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