This poem is for anyone who has lost a friend, family or anyone close to a fire
The fire last embers long died out
And empty beds still lie empty
Empty yesterday,
Empty today
Empty forever
But who remembers ?
It's the way of our world
That it happens,
That we shake in shock
That we wear Holy rage
Like flags of war, then we shake it off and wait
Till the next one
A fire raged
A family weeps
Someones bed
Lays empty tonight
