Clouds Of Grey

Society of Chaos and Plight
People Of Militia Ready To Fight
While others rather take Flight
This year seems to be out of sight

Civil War in the near horizon
As the POTUS sets the poison
He Rallies the supremacists
Not realizing they’re self-destructed catalysts

The real Americans shall not be defeated
And his wall will not be completed
He will try to become deep-seated
Yet his allies are depleted

We must persevere in the dark hour
No matter the height of his tower
We the people can not cower
Let them chant 4 more years we can counter

He goes down in history as a traitor
While bubba becomes his neighbor
Behind those bars of steel and slate
He knows it’s too late

Winds of change and fate sets
A reminder for them to limit bets
As the new dawn sets on this day
Under the smoking clouds of Grey

©2019 by Mary Robbins

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