My Country Burning
A poem by David Sulter, Coonabarabran, northern New South Wales.
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This day in time when evil awakened Skies turned black and the sun was taken The scream of the bush and its painful cry Taken by flames of death that buried the sky Centuries of beauty reduced to lifeless sand Why is this evil punishing my land Out of the bush it burst through the trees Capturing all life and bringing it to its knees No chance for help as their stares grew wide Cornered and trapped with no place to hide Tense with concern and smitten with fear Protecting their homes as the terror got near Screams of commands filled the eerie night sky They stayed on for days then joined in our cry The light of the day revealed the hard truth All that was left were twisted sheets of roof Standing embracing remembering their story honouring the fire-fighters courage and glory Putrid cold ash stenches the senses Horrified animals melted into the fences New growth lies waiting for God's precious rain New life springs up and covers the pain Never this lifetime do I want to see My country ripped open its heart crying inside ME.
David is a Gamilaraay man from Coonabarabran in northern NSW. Thank you David for sending me your poetry!