#WritcoPoemPrompt81

When the sky is grey, it's
going to rain, When the
sky is bright, everything's
going to be alright, or so
we thought until we check
-ed again

When the sky goes black
from the breath of our
collective demon , then the
common man lay in misery,
wallowing in regrets for
the good of heart.

When the sky is red from
the blood of the land and
that of the ones who foug-
ht for the soil. When...