In a hotel
My needs cared for
Safe
Cosy
While I watch in horror
And disbelief
As my beloved country
Burns.
Inchoate
Words less substantial
Than the ash left
By bushfires that burn
Hotter than 1000 degrees.
Nero and his minions
Utter platitudes
Instead of leading
With the heart and soul
This moment so desperately calls for
To console the thousands
Whose lives have been pulled asunder
‘Crisis is the coin of opportunity’
Opportunity for whom?
For what?
Please God NOT more of the same
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