I didn't expect
The sun to show
Its face today
I thought it would
Cower behind clouds
Hiding its shame
How can it face
The choking dust
It alone created
In riverbeds and
And stream banks
And lush green forests,
Now reduced to
Deserts and wastelands
Where all life fears to tread
II
Eastern mountains
Arise and strike
With rocky fist
This fiery eyed impostor
Who sneaks from
Behind your skirts
Bringing a blazing light
That laps up living moisture
Like a hound of hell
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