The
haze is back
The
blanket white sky
The
vampires fly
The
sun hides away
It
never fails to return
From
across sea the country burning
The
smoke get into our lungs
Our
lives will cry
Maybe
another round of tea-breaks
Playing
the game all over again
This
can be the 15th round of golfing
The
golf ball still sitting on the green
Pointing
fingers to blame
Nothing
has come out since
Every
year we will see the haze
Colouring
our sky in sickness white
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