Fire is a soldier, fit and on call
Blazing his anger and rage at us all
Feeling raged and ever more tense
Like a drunk in a bar, careless with his strength.
A forest fire is a workman in the woods
Taking down trees with a single blow
Some think this is wrong, pointless and cruel
But fire has no apparent emotions at all.
When we all heard about fire one day
We grew frightened, timid and afraid
But if you catch him on a wintry day
He's small and timid, alone and afraid.
Fire is alot like us.
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