Haiku #344 – #347

344.

In taps for our teeth,
I’m drinking chlorine uproar;
The chickens are dead.

345.

Atlantic a pond,
The Disappeared are murdered.
Cherry blossom falls.

346.

Samurai’s appalled;
A tyrant’s counsel shared.
Call this my Trouble.

347.

Betting malpractices,
The bookies lead an inquest.
This is my country.