Grey clouds loom overhead

Yet bring no rain

These clouds are dead

motivation only comes with strain.


A spark is lit

And tossed aside

The Tyrant’s fit

Leaves trees their fears confide


Their genocide spreads terror

Many days will never come

All the deaths a hopeless sum

None of their fates were fairer


Wooden shrieks of agony

Are heard from miles around

Look for hope but none be found

At this wretched travesty


The ashes are rife

The land is bare

Yet clouds come to life

Snowfall fills the air

Author: Kaleb Kathleen Walker

I write short stories, and post them to my site

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