Fireworks
After William Blake
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
In the forest of the night.
It’s the fireworks that we see
Flashing, crashing through the trees.
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
In the forest of the night.
Starting fires and ruining friends.
It’s only June, when will it end?
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
In the forest of the night.
Bring on the hail and pouring rain.
We don’t want fireworks ever again.
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
In the forest of the night.
I don’t understand the need people have to set off fireworks. This year is the worst yet. Still hear them sometimes at night. I echo your sentiments in the poem!