2011 - Day 203

Two birds sat along a long telephone wire,
They sang the sad song of the Ruby Red Fire,
A massacre by the hand of Ms Nature,
Consumed by billows of smoky thick vapor,
The central location of migrated birds,
No chance to escape the dark flames quick surge,
It tore through the sunlight and lit up the night,
It tortured the innocent in gargantuan plight,
Created by hate it would never rescind,
Till all that remained was the ash in the wind.
Two birds sat along a long telephone wire,
Paid homage to those lost in the Ruby Red Fire.