—The Boy With The Burning Match—



The burning match

A flame so small

On dried wood

Don't let it fall


The burning wood

With flames so high

A towering inferno

That reaches the sky


A forest fire

That burns like mad

For the dying animals

The world is sad


The world is on fire

And everyone's dead

And half the world

Was still in bed


Now everyone's dead

But spirits linger

The spirits turn to

Point the finger


At the little boy

Who played with the match

But still I must say

There is a catch


Was this just another

Forest fire?

*Or was this

The final funeral pyre?