Fire: A Sestina

The world is like a ball of fire And we’re playing in its foggy smoke Of Nuclear Bombs and grenades Destroying what the world once owned Clearing the world of forests and trees With no oxygen, we fall to our knees The children will sit on our knees At night as we surround the camp fire Encircled by enormous trees You can hardly see past the smoke Embers burn what you once owned Explosions from the grenades The boys pretend they have grenades They throw while others fall to their knees They take them captive and tell them they are owned By men who love to use fire To light their cigarettes to smoke Behind the life worn and bent tree They hide behind the trees Getting ready to throw the grenade When suddenly they smell smoke And they drop to their knees The smoke came from the fire Burning what they once owned Destroying what the world once owned A lack of oxygen, a lack of trees Ashes remain from the fire And the explosion from the grenade Boys in combat boots fall onto their knees And die from inhaling the smoke Teary eyes in the smoke Ponder upon what life they once owned Fallen to the knees Of merciless men, hidden under trees Killed by the grenade That caused the forest fire Deadly fire, cigarettes and smoke He died from the grenade he once owned They lean upon the trees, still on their knees