the petrol station should be closed

The fire red and biting
Blazing its red glow burning hot and angry
There is no where it can be stopped
The fury spreads cracking hungry noises

Under the engine the wire melts
Carrying it inwards cutting edges sharp as laser
The metal frames hot turning red and black
Yet the fire never stops it grills deeply

The rubber hoses melt on its touches
Burning rubber smelling toxic acid fumes
Under the hood the pitiful pleading
Of the trapping coiled by the damaged metals

The day started raw and bright
How it turned into tragedy time no tell
Our lives aren't our own to deal with
It is somewhere somebody pulling strings

Now hearing the screams and cries
The pleading and the agony of the fire
Biting deep tearing up flesh without mercy
The cracking flesh and burned and die

A life is lost in tragic
On a petrol station refused to help
Aid of fire extinguisher denied
A soul is gone what the hell!

A thing isn't important
This petrol station should be closed
Denying a life without an assistance
The owner has no business to run

Imagine the fire
Hungry no feeling whatsoever
A small fire a friend; a big fire a devil comes
Let help each other before it swallows us whole!