Faraway Fires

The sun through the haze,
Surrounded by poison.
These are strange days,
Smoking gunpowder
In the home of none.
Run for your life,
Or walk through the air.
The fire is far,
And I just can't care.
Dust is gathering
In the stillborn sky.
But I have to go to work,
So no time to ask why.
Smoke passes through,
Stranger in town.
Vision is blurry.
The sky has come down.
The fire is far,
But I can smell it in the air.
And the others can too,
But none really care.