Haze

The haze is back again,

Our prayers have been in vain,

The green and blue are subdued,

Overcome by brown and grey hues.

 

The acrid smell permeates the air,

Lingering in our clothes and hair,

The smoke irritates our noses,

As we inhale pollutants in small doses.

 

The Pollutants Standard Index is rising,

The government doesn’t seem to be coping,

We resort to wearing masks,

But suffer we must.

 

Year in and year out it’s the same,

It’s driving us insane,

I wonder when there will be end to this haze,

Putting our worries to a well-deserved rest.