RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING
Flames of Paradise
Pasadena, Santa Monica, Pacific Palisades
If paradise is an inferno
No place on earth is safe
Carried on the violent winds
Another home is laid to waste
These were the homes of millionaires
Stars of music, stage and screen
But there are working people too
Living out their hope filled dreams
Walk a mile in their shoes
See the horror through their eyes
As the flames are drawing nearer
As the smoke consumes the sky
You’ve lost all your belongings
You tell your friends goodbye
Your dreams go up in fire
No one can tell you why
What will tomorrow hold for you?
The promises are strained
No one can tell you what to do
Hold on and pray for rain
Be grateful you’re still breathing
Be grateful you can rise
As fire sweeps away the dream
Be grateful for your lives
(Prayers for the people of LA.)
