Through the war,
came the poor,
weeping through the dusty clouds,
remember the poor,
For they were the ones
that endured the pain,
that they didn’t deserve to gain.
Time and time,
the poor were the ones who suffered,
when the internet buffered
they were at the end.
Over the wall and under the fence,
there really was no vengeance,
every time they met someone new,
It actually was their heads that blew,
the light blue.
are the ones we should adore.