Every Single One

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.

M. Hank

VT

14 years old

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