Tristan Robert Lange

Exhibit: (A)pathy

Crosses worn like idols,

fleuRs de la mort, planted

in large, Open, bags—

our national Sin sanctified

as they move in to Scare

the citizens to Ensure

massive Xenophobia

and Angry uprisings.

Menacing mangoes

feel Inherently powerful

as they, Nazi-like, become.

let us finally Ask ourelves,

do we not see it? To not see

is inexcusable Ignorance,

and past Obliviousness

will Never be a sufficient

Safeguard from nemesis.

Poet’s Note:

It turns out not everything is what it seems. This poem asks to be read like evidence—slowly, closely, and with attention to what’s emphasized.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 26, 2026.

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