The Victorian Bushfire Tagedy

This charcoal-black desert, this great flood of tears,
The mental destruction will linger for years.
Go back to the site, how you never would dare,
For death, fear, and misery stagnate the air.
There's sadness and sacrifice, crying and sorrow,
Who knows what terrors will haunt you tomorrow.
This sad road to nowhere is frightening and fearful,
The scenes and the memories, all very tearful.
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