A Reminder of Forest Fire in Indonesia

We are no longer beauty queens

with sexy brown skin

There will be no more beauty pageants

All contestants are dehydrated

We sing with throaty voices

and tears streaming down our cheeks

Still, no one notices us

Where are all the rich princes?

Don't they remember our sexy figures?

We used to be their favorite toys

or may be we are still if they bestow us

with red wine and moonlight kisses

There will be no more greens

and colors to paint your day

No butterflies to tickle your fat belly

We hope that this is not a goodbye party

please shower us with love again

-- Permata Hamid