We had an appointment
But later turned a disappointment
The day was supposed to be a monument
A day to nourish the environment
And enrich the corrupt government
Anger grips my being
As remorse fills my heart
Building a shade of loneliness
And a cocoon of drunk emotions
I sat down by the shade
To witness the sunshine fade
While thinking of the fucked up day
And how it sucked in a way
Even though we still bask in May
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