My Nation's Economy Poem by Gideon Arthur

My Nation's Economy



Hot red snows falls on tropical country
During an extreme bullying frank summer
Flaming glows signaling unto many
To witness one who claims to have colour
ROYGBIV acquas smoothly-roughly must dry?
Does the ocean cry for summer to dry?

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