It was beautiful before the deep freeze daze,
When the days felt more like dreams and fairy tales,
Than this nightmarish hellscape with its cold haze.
On the surface, we looked past the details,
Such as a ninety-five year pipeline.
Worse yet are the liars’ cocktails,
Prepared by those who streamline
Belief in corrupt men.
I’ve read the headline:
“Never again!”
It there reads.
Ice zen
Pleads.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: February 22nd, 2025 09:16
- Comment from author about the poem: Form: Terza Rima with gradual syllabic reduction.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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