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.
Rain.
Laughter.
Smiles.
Swimsuits and twister.
Getting soaked just for fun.
This is girlhood.
This is happiness.
This is freedom.
Music is great
But being compared to your best friend isn’t
Music is great
Can you hear the roar of the crowd?
The thousands of people,
Kids, teens, adults and seniors.
All screaming at the corrupt administration that we call a government.
We will not be silenced.
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