A casual calamity
I looked up and saw the sky was red
Flying arrows from afar on the children's heads
I heard the screams from the parents of the dead
In the background the elite ate all the resources ahead
To my dread
They asked the Sons of Men to come fight for some bread
They all said no send your seeds instead
With no schedules of interfering...
They stood tall on that meaning....
After the rebellion
After the occasion
After they learned the lesson
The sky was made Blue again
And Whites of the Oppressors eyes cried..
From a distance.....
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Craven Smith
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A casual calamity
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