Burning fire ...
Fire that burns.
Destroys and devastates ...
It gives no escape.
Given by a mean hand ...
And a heart of stone.
How bravely do you do this?
How can you feel good about yourself?
Whoever you are, aren't you ashamed?
You let it all be destroyed ...
You let people leave their homes ...
And they will have nothing left.
Let it happen.
And you do nothing ...
Because of your selfishness.
What will remain then?
Only Shadows and Ashes.
In the beginning it was a proud landscape ...
From magical horizons ...
Nature with the strength of her ...
And with a people proud of their land.
Now the despair ...
Now the destruction ...
Now death.
I have anger ...
Because I can't tolerate this.
Human superficiality is our downfall ...
Egoism ...
And the NOT Respect for what surrounds us.
We would not deserve such a generous nature ...
We would not deserve such beauty.
For all that we ruin every day ...
For all that we destroy with our hands ...
For all that we Devastate with our machines ...
We just deserve to live
Between Shadows and Ashes.

(Enrico Cattozzo)

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* Poem written in the light of the latest fires in Italy ...
But also for all the fires that every year around the world devastate entire forests ...
Mostly due to the man's hand.
© Kikko42