Joe Donaghue

School: St Luke’s High School, Glasgow
 

The Fire Tree


The Fire Tree 
 

Once in white Arabia I saw
Oil trees bleed black light;
A pilgrim mob of gaping jaws
Devoured their fruits of night
Till they bloated, sick, and blind
As fire seeds cracked their mind. 
 

We sizzle pig-meat in fat and gas
And watch shadows bombed on sand,
No fire can scar us through the glass
We just mute the howling hands
When drones strike as lightning boiling schools
Harvesting oil as glamour for these fools.
 

When I grow up I'll use no oil
Or wash their walls of blood.
I'll plant Fire Trees in rainbow soil
Until sunlight fuels fire floods:
When one life is not worth more than death
The Fire Trees will bring new breath.

  

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