Under Fire

Hold your ground for you are under fire.

The burn is gonna come fast and the burn will die slow.

But hold on dear child. Hold on.

The ash and smoke is sufficating.

The ash and smoke covers the light.

But hold on for dear life child. 

Dearest child hold on and wait for the rain. 

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world

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