Blue stays true
to our sad hue
while yellow
hangs mellow
in view.
What Gore must ignore
shall store wealth galore
in coffers he proffers
behind trade offers
to floor our soar,
but paying for air
surely isn't fair
if we are free
to see their decree
rare as a scare
to fuel millionaires
keen on green.
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