Woke up to a dim warm day
with the sun in shade of gray
and the skies so frail
worse than any other weekday.
Some went with her,
while more with him.
What’s the use
when both make me confused?
While somewhere far east,
the dictator’s family throws a feast
as the wax body is laid to rest
in a place for heroes no less.
Today I woke to a brand new day,
where there’s no room to play
as my heart sobs in dismay
and people fall to a beastly prey.
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