The clouds aren’t raining
Rage of war; lightening residing
Within the nature of life
The balance of peace is dying
The call to power
Political charms of the dishonored
Cowering behind their influential tower
In the name of documents that upsets our culture
The strong feeds over the weak
The innocent is crucified into a murder scene
The parody of hell on earth
No exaggerations; just politics of poetry each day of the week
We stare at death to its face
The priority of the masses has been misplaced
Your use of power is a disgrace
It seems morality has walked Out-The gates
Twenty four hours of dark clouds
Depression keeps gaining more crowd
Congratulations in contriving another poor orphan child
As a leader I am sure you could not be more proud
It’s Dark Clouds in every house
Mistrust between our nations spouse
It’s a lifestyle of elephant and mouse
I guess that is why the feel responsible to siphon all the cheese
The Clouds are getting Dark
We need to make right our Constitutional Act
Our balance of peace faces a tumult Dark Cloud
The purity of rain has vicissitude to bloodlust
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