I’m writing this on hills
covered in ash and smoke
smouldering flames
lapping and leaping
against my face
tears of these trees
will come back as hurricanes
lashing and storming
at whatever hands
started this fires
we have burnt bridges
for our freedoms
set fire on villages
of our kingdoms
now fires rave and rage
without compassion
I’m writing this on hills
covered in ash and smoke
where seeds are burning to grow