Country hillsides, decked with padi fields
Rising to the sky, Touching the white clouds
Swaying women on village tracks,
Baskets of flowers perched on their heads
Tinkles of rain swishing down from the heavens
Temples droning with music and prayer chants
Incense and scent fills the air
Bali Gods, brimful with smiles
Indian Ocean, its white foaming surf, rush up the beach
Wetting, soaking the shores
Licking the fringes of humanity
Swirling along beaches, making merry
Loud music trances in the air
Evil came exploding its knapsack
The fragrant air turns smoky, red
People ran screaming, pain
Bodies blew apart, bleeding
The Bali Gods, distressed
The ocean retreats
And comes back
Up and back it continue
Heedless, scareless
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