Burnt

The smell of burnt trees

reminds me of living in an era of terror

I have lost faith in humanity; 

there’s no trace of love.

Innocent creatures´ bodies lie all over

In vain, there’s been so much pain

This society is digging its own grave

We are all big losers.

When I remember the hare running,

the deer, the fox and the owl

I cry and I cry, I´ll never see them again.

Everything smells burnt.