poem a month 3rd poem

So this is my 3rd poem a month entry; enjoy:

Through the fire

Through the fire there is misery, through the fire there is pain. And through the fire there is a boy, who will never see his family again.

Through the fire there is devastation, through the fire there’s no hope. And through the fire there is a boy, who is finding it hard to cope.

Through the fire there is horror, through the fire there is loss. And through the fir there’s a gang, who wanted to show the world whose boss.

Before the fire there was a boy, who was quietly laying in bed. When suddenly the house was alight. And all of his family were dead.

Through the fire he saw the smoke, through the fire he saw the flame. And through the fire he knew; who exactly was to blame.

Through the fire there was an exit, through the fire there was a drain. And through the fire he climbed down it; in the pouring rain.

Through the fire he called the fire-brigade, through the fire he nervously waited. And through the fire he knew; what a war this fire had created.

Through the fire he wanted to kill them, through the fire that’s what he said. And through the fire there were so many thoughts; running through the small boys head.

Through the fire the boy sat crying, through the fire we knew what was wrong. As this heart broken boy sits on the pavement, he knows his parent, are already: gone!