With the movement of cyclical turn
the debris getting exhumed in a burn
while the cinders lay in a diffusible churn
the whole area seemed messy and abandoned
with the feeling of the environment getting
holding the hands tight-fisted against such disaster
could not keep the lips 
tight-lipped any more in anger
got ahead with the protests to the town council straight
who promised to look into it with a heavy punishment right
kept not their words but joined hands with the harm through
resting the town in more destruction and hazard being true
while I stood helpless and all alone in the wilderness static
without any one to support and help me to cross over the drastic.
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