Sand People

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Don’t believe everything you hear,

Because those minuscule city folk are quake in fear.

Since those monstrous walls have started to crumble, tumble and fall.



You ought to be excited but you stay devastatingly depressed,

They may not understand and perhaps you’re not feeling your very best,

But times are changing, Thomas, for those with brain,

Cause you’re made of stone,

They’re made of sand, mud.

And they’ll wash away in the rain.