A rumbling sound underneath,
For years it has been active,
No one minded to care why.

People flocked around the area,
Despite the terrifying sound,
They stayed on and were stubborn.

Freshwater fishes and fertile soil,
But forever does not exist,
Poor foresight had caught them red handed.

As they ran away to escape,
Ten kilometers, fifteen kilometers more,
They lost the fishes and fertile soil.

Raising their hands to the heavens,
Alms came in as everybody commiserates,
But it continues to spew the burning smoke.

The help does not stop,
It is overflowing with goodness,
But the crater’s wide mouth still shouts.  

Perhaps wanting more freedom and space,
As people move away from the island,
Still the rumbling does not stop.

Perhaps wanting to be left alone,
To enjoy its once free clean air,
While fishes swam on its once clear waters.

May heaven listen to the good hearted ones,
As they heed the crater’s flowing tears,
And pacify its boiling madness.