Devils Fire


Joined May 2008

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Another one of the flowers from my show and poems for her.

Why are you beating down on me like fire all day long.
You are no friend of mine, I think your from the devil.
My body’s beat from all this heat scorching my dry body.
My baby’s dying in my arms as it sucks at my dry breast.
I walk and walk this scorched dry land looking for some water.
Its been a week and none I’ve found in this dry hateful land.
What’s going on, why does my life have to be so hard each day?
My little son died last week and this ones soon to follow.
This heats come from the devil, his breath sucked all life out of us.
And still he sucking more an more he come to us each day.
What does he need to have his fill my body’s just a shell.
And still he comes straight out of hell to take a life away.
My sisters dead my mothers dead this heat has killed each one.
What village that we had this devils claimed them all.
There’s not a thing on the ground that I can even eat.
This devils killed everything its sucked the earth bone dry.
And anything that I might eat has died so long ago.
This land is just a memory of what it once was.
So morning comes without a pause the devils shown his face.
And now its come for this little one thats dying in my arms.
His little life will soon end he’s just a week old.
Maybe this is best for him, this hell he shouldn’t know.
But until this madness is over I struggle for his life.
Mine is just a second thought next to my newborn son.
My body’s walking where, I don’t know its just trying to stay alive.
My will to feed this little one is what gives it all its power.
If he wasn’t here I would lie down just like the rest and die.
I know that death would ease the pain but my child won’t let me die.
I don’t even know where I’ve been this desert all the same.
I just move my body through this heat as I try to stay alive.
My body’s working on its own, my minds shut down an died.
I pray tomorrow will bring some water before my baby dies.
And now I am living on my fear each day to help me stay alive.
It seems so cruel that this is all that God has given me.
But thats not enough he’s taken all that I have loved.
And here we wait every day to suffer with this devil!
Who’s next to finally have some freedom from this hateful thing?
If it wasn’t for my little son I would say please take me.

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