here's my take on the hazy situation in this region:
Hazy Days
Smog City
Smoked Clouds
Ashen Skies
Grey shades throughout
Stuffed Noses
Scratchy Choked Throats
Scarlet-tinged Eyes
Hoarse voices croak
The Crimson Sun despairs and cries
But alas, no Tears fall
To wash away
the Haze, Soot and all
These days She often hides
Away from the Dusty Doom
Refuses to share her Rays
To brighten our Grimy Gloom
Irresponsible Actions
Irreversible Retractions
We Dwell in an Unbreathable State
We Suffer the Unbearable Fate
Teo Yuan Ching
18 October 2006
Copyright © 2006 Teo Yuan Ching
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