100 Word Challenge Week 11

Through the war,

came the poor,

weeping through the dusty clouds,

no feasts,

all defeats,

remember the poor,

For they were the ones

that endured the pain,

that they didn’t deserve to gain.

Time and time,

over,

again,

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,

They flew,

right through,

the light blue.

The poor,

are the ones we should adore.

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