How can a such a beautiful thing
Can harm so much
Its red flames are so high
that it reaches the clouds

It spreads so fast in such a little time
that reminds me of Usain Bold

Beauty reminds me of my hometown from far
BUT
The ruins reminds me of a city been bombed

What a judge mental society
With a heart a black as coal
hard as stone

What a society with no feelings
with a tongue long as
girraffes  neck ..

Leaves of the pink flower flies up high
to the clear blue sky
Later lands back to their brown stem