Tears from the sky
Tears of the spies
Tears of the poisonous gas come amid the crowd of pride
Who can differentiate white from black and
Tell of what is right from wrong and
what is Correct and what is not
Be drunk with tears
Be drunk with anger
Be drunk with fear and terror and the shallow warrior
So now the game is over
Turn your back to the withered clover.
Written on 9 October 2014
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