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Your name is 

                          Like soap in my mouth,

I held your hand while we played in the grass,

Your eyes were as blue as an Iris.

We used to sit on your balcony,

You disappeared so quietly.

cry 

i cry

all the time

when things get bad

again, and again, and again

and i feel useless and stupid

Blood and murder and starving people.

An orange man on his self built pedestal.

It is on the breaking backs of suffering Americans that he stands.

Upon the throne of man

Sits the king of greed

A man so old and cold

Yet ne'er his people

Shall he feed

Upon the yellow throne

Sits a man of truth and lie

A skeleton covered in gold

The clouds watched the mountains, Strong. Regal.

Infallible.

The clouds longed to join the mountains,

To be together.