Trudeau Cry
My cries go out to Trudeau
passing in the sky.
His little children watching
from their window high.
The sunlight on the jetplane
asking for a sigh.
As clouds around their window
frame them waving bye.
Their million miles of travel
they say they have to fly
when all their pets on gravel
beg to wonder why.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2018
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