Weather | Write Out Loud

Weather | Write Out Loud

Never mind the weather;

There are twenty seven dead.

Some dirty, stinking cowards

Dropped missiles on their head.

 

Never mind the weather:

The sunshine, cloud and rain.

The swine are filling up the sky

With lethal toys again.

 

Never mind the weather;

The outlook is quite clear.

The murderers are saving up

More death to piss down here.

 

Never mind the weather;

The forecast does not lie.

The scum drool at their consoles;

The innocent will die.

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