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Fire Season.

I love a sunburnt country, but now the land's ablaze. the oxygen we breathe has turned to dust yet our request for help is denied. I love a sunburnt country, but there's not much left to last. Firefighters aren't getting paid, Neither are their bills. yet our leader claims we're all fine but he can afford to jet away. The wildlife is damaged. Koalas are losing homes. much like the population as the fires rip through their walls. I love my sunburnt country, but this has gone on too long. while it's nice you're in hawaii Mr. Morrison, everyone else is left to stand alone..
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Asonna
29 / F / Australia
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Written by
Asonna
29 / F / Australia
Published
Dec 17, 2019
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21·105
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#australia#fires#sydney#scomo#scottmorrison#primeminister#help#poetry#mad#annoyed
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