The
haze breathing down
From
the neighbouring country
The
sky of smoked filled white
You
think you are in snowland
It
never changes
Inspite
of years of discussion
Time,
money and teabreaks
The
same old story reprinted
Once
the government had a list
The
companies owing the tracts of land
The
Bee Anne never pursued it
It
swept under the carpet
Every
one suffers
The
sick, old and babies
The
low quality of air
Who's
to blame?
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