Burn
Disappointment kills
Any hope I might have for
Our future success
Watching my husband
Work selflessly for others
Just to be shut down
Unsupported by
Frightened politicians who
Bow to ignorance
Things don’t burn, they say,
In fires at elevation
Above ten thousand
Are they serious?
Are they really serious?
Tell me it’s a dream
With silly people
Who selfishly get their way
At others’ expense
That tomorrow morn
I’ll wake to find my nightmare
Gladly unfounded
But I know the truth
Things will never change in town
When witlessness reigns
When those who can, won’t,
When, “We don’t want this to turn
Into Breckenridge”
Becomes our slogan
Though leveling town would not
Be enough to start
Transforming hovels
Into proudly-owned houses
With junk-free front yards
How will we move forth
When so few see our town is
Struggling to survive?
When so many look
Only through their front window,
Only at themselves?
Motivation drains
From those who try to improve
Where it’s not wanted
Resources wasted
Ignorant voices spew lies
Sad reality?
Fire mitigation
Project doused, so don’t call me
When flames lick your door
