Mrs. Clinton

Sitting on top of a hill
Miles away from the world
As the last explosion
Conquers a nation.

Walking down from my hill
To the ruins left of the world
I feel sorrow and dissatisfaction.

Walking back to my hill
I spot a little girl
Who’s lost limbs has left her dying.

With no legs and no arms
I tell her to stay calm

The next president will know how to save you.

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Rolando Rosario

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