Quenching the Fires of Los Angeles
by Michael Doyle

I saw a wise old hippy on the stage
Singing about clouds as she turned the page
Staring out with love at the approach of death
She sang her heart to her last breath

It seemed like a show of rare courage
Keeping time with her cane to encourage
All of us to live our lives as meant to be
Or at least, that's how it seemed to me

Reduced to ash and rubble, burned down by fire
Blessings kept down to the rusty wire
We joined hands to fight this thing
Fleeing from our losses with all we could bring

Doors that stand as gateways to love
We press on with our faith in the above
It's a special trace, in a sense of sadness
We stand firm in all of this madness

We're going to rebuild our graceless city
We'll shine it up  into something new and pretty
Our hearts are filled with its living memories
As we fight shoulder to shoulder with our families

(c) January 31, 2025   Michael Doyle
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