There's a fly in your dirty ice

With weatherman promises the president speaks, fair weather he proclaims

Under dark clouds a congress of cowards meets, a horse lost its reigns

An invisible mask hides his face, no reflection in a public mirror

He wears a weatherman's disgrace when no cloud will shed a tear

Disbelief in a public with blinders on their eyes, rain falls on the weak while the rich stay dry

Dams are built to hold the rain that they claim never came, instead only a fly

A shout of doubt, they will through you out, no water ration will come from your spout

So in a flood you'll be the first, covered in media mud, to die of thirst, drown in a drought

Water diverted for the perverted and the vice of making dry ICE

Reviews

[JessyJacob]

Hi Soren
Thoughtfully you have written, what can I say you know how to use words. Light humour light anger and much love your words convey

Jessy Jacob ❤️

[Soren]

Thank you Jessy for the review and supportive words