TEARS IN THE ASHES

(In responce to the recent bush fires in Australia that killed over 200 people.)

Oh, Kinglake, Buxton, how I weep for thee,
Flowerdale, the name. Oh so prophetic.
All burnt to ashes. Why, how could this be?
Hazeldene and Narbathong, names so poetic.
Destroyed in a hell, along with Marysville,
Strathewen, Eaglehawk; tears inadequate.
Is this the devil’s ghastly, earthly thrill;
To destroy hope and everything innate?

Your brighest flowers are now grey ashes.
The stoutest trunks, now blackened, dead.
Saplings youthful, supple; poor wretches.
The warm but brackish tears that you now shed,
Lost in those same grey ashes dry. Consuming
Hope, joy, the future; inextricably lost.
Why? Why? With questions you are fuming.
Why with drivel your senses they accost.

While I weep for thee, I weep for others more so,
For truth, reason, common sense and wisdom.
Lost in a holy conflagration. An inferno
Of zealous environmental whoredom.
Suckled on the tit of political expediency.
Oh, wisdom, where now is thy reason?
Oh, truth, where now thy decency.
To learn not from this hell; that is treason.

While your soul, your spirit, land is fraught,
With blackened image, denuded, life dearth.
Let not your sorrow, heartache be for naught.
May heavens tears kindle fractured hearts and earth.
With verdant, hybrid shoots of truth and reason.
That chokes out every root of misanthropy
And buckles not to stupidity and arson.
Oh, Kinglake, et al my fervent hopes with thee.

Pikey.