The
ashes in the sky
The
smoke screen of white
It
isn't a mist
It
could be the volcano ash
It
tells a story
Why
God is angry?
The
angels brewing ashes
Ignite
the active volcanoes
The
white blanket in our eyes
The
ashes will fall into our homes
The
minute particles will fly in
Its
marks will be on the floor tiles
Is
it a warning?
The
neighbouring country should see
Wake
up before it turns out bad
For
us is the king cobra slithering in c-ash
If
our snake catchers fail to rope in
We
will suffer for our poor selection
We
know what will be the consequences
We
mustn't let the snake hissing fear into us
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