The sky is not falling
Chicken Little went home
I wish this corrupted land was not my home
The politicians flew too close to the sun
I have now learned how a cheeto can run
The sky is falling
The world is grey
This is not how the world should stay
So I will write poems
And try to be loud
Until the sky is rebuilt
Every
Single
Cloud.
Posted in response to the challenge Sky.
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