The
air that we breathe
We
think we are lucky
But
Nature has her ways
The
bush fires and bad air
We
may not feel it now
The
decades down the road
The
statistics will show
Why
lung cancer crawl in the cage?
Some
unconcerned people
They
still do the open burning
The
smoke floating to the sky
The
authorities never make the cry
The
day will come
When
Nature really hit us back
We
can't say we are sorry
We
will be drown in our sorry state
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