Shift in Weather

Haughty gold,

Cloaked in silver fold.

Such a beauteous sight,

To watch thee lose thy might.

Sick with thy tyranny,

Hoping to defeat villainy.

Tears shedding cloud,

Forge a war against proud.

Blessed are those lands,

Where thy battalion united stand.

Deprived of our fair share,

Let’s our ratios of blessings compare.

Knowing deep recesses of their neurology,

With fingers crossed wrote this apology,