Except for the pungent burnt ash smell,
The misty look was as deceiving as can be.
The scene outside my home was shrouded in mystery.
The makings of a horror movie titled ‘The Haze’.
Year after year we are enveloped in The Haze.
Each year it gets worse, but it continues.
Why do the ones in authority keep apologising.
But not preventing the “burning” that creates The Haze.
Our air is being polluted by fumes from vehicles.
Then there is pollution from industrial sites.
Smoke emitting from funnels and chimneys.
Add clearing forest for farming, the burning of trees.
Across the Straits from my homeland,
another land carrying out this ‘burning’.
The ashes blown across the ocean of water,
reaching these shores and being label ‘The Haze’.
By C.E. Pereira