i don’t care to do the tango
with a giant, menacing mango
maneuvering white...
manure?—no,
chalky urates excretion
swirled dairy dessert-style;
green tar topping
with a shit-ton of ICE.
plainly,
to be precise,
i don’t drink that crap they sell,
nor do i live in that poisoned well.
evil seen is evil done—our eyes aren’t lies—
we must resist the evil we despise,
not with might, hate, or more lies,
but with integrity and truth, undisguised.
no longer hidden—evil’s demise—
the tenacious truth topples frauds
and tells those with ears to hear,
and hearts open enough to absorb, that
the darkest days are yet to come.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 19, 2026.
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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well said, your poem revolves around the rejection of superficiality and deceit, advocating for integrity and truth in the face of evil. The poet intertwines themes of resistance against corruption and the necessity of confronting uncomfortable truths, suggesting that while darkness may lie ahead, it is essential to maintain honesty and moral clarity.
Thank you so much, my friend! Your phrasing about “moral clarity” really resonates. The poem is less about prediction and more about refusal…refusing to pretend we don’t see what’s right in front of us. I appreciate you naming that. 👁️🔥🙏 🖤
A poem wide open to interpretation I will take off on a wild ride. Technological sugar in exotic flavors to entice the unknowing and ignorant of such real flavors that the artificial is poison with the taste of candy while the real is unavailable in your area. ICE does entice the hot child with appetite untamed but will shock their system in the heat. It is a slimy green in those pools, one that I would never swim in no matter how hot the weather. Give me clean water I say not bottled either and with no additives of fluoride or even chlorine. Tis dark days indeed when one has no right to choose or even complain about the situation and one pays to be beaten, abused and executed then told that it is all for your own good. Not even Hitler was that smooth of a flavor.
Soren, this was a thoughtful and fearless read. You followed the seduction, the shock, and the normalization of harm to their logical ends, and that’s where the poem lives. Seeing clearly, refusing the flavored lie, and naming the cost…that’s the work. Much appreciated, my friend. 👁️🔥🙏🖤
You are always welcome Tristan
Doh! It's too dark around 'ere! I thought ya was gonna say 'The best days are yet to come'. Non-glugging days, that is! lol.
Doh! Indeed, the non-glugging days would be better! LOL! Even his weeping sounds like glugging at this point! Do you hear that?
Ah-wah-wah-wah-glug-glug! 😭😂
Popeye's been lying. He says - that wasn't a glug - it was a glag or glig or glog or gleg! We're talking rubbish now! lol.
LOL! Sure Popeyevs Glug Maximvs Solvs...sure! 🤣
The darkest days are definitely yet to come, soon they'll be sending you ingredients to make your own meat.
Beats me why we go to war when the food and drink industry is doing a better job in wasting us.
Paul, that’s a grim but sharp observation. The way harm gets normalized through convenience and consumption feels just as dangerous as anything overt. You’re naming something many prefer not to look at. Thank you, my friend. 👁️🔥🙏🖤
Tristan, now you come to mention it, I read that a Federal judge has placed a restrictions on ICE activities in Minneapolis. But what does that mean in an America being driven by your ‘Mango Menace’?
Your message is plain and clear to see, without ambiguity, no flannel involved, the anger palpable.
Having reinforced the absolute need for integrity and truth, Your statement that ‘the darkest days are yet to come’ is, at this point, an almost absolute certainty. Can there be the other side to come out to?
Dave, I’m really glad it landed for you. You named exactly what I was pressing toward…the refusal of "flannel", the insistence on integrity, and the kind of anger that comes from seeing clearly. And yes, I share your sense that “the darkest days are yet to come” isn’t alarmism anymore, it’s recognition. Whether there’s another side beyond that feels like the open question we’re all standing inside right now. Anywho, thank you "bigly" , my friend. 👁️🔥🙏🖤
Thanks, Tristan. I always look forward to your positive responses. You have a way of finding something enthusiastic and uplifting for absolutely everyone...
I might fail from time-to-time, but I do try, my friend! I appreciate you too!
Snow days can really be tough. Some days have lots of bright sun in them and it’s when there’s less dragging darkness. 🕊️🙏🏻
arqios, I connect with this deeply. Those snow-quiet days can press hard, and the presence or absence of light really does change how we carry them. Your comment feels like a knowing nod. Much appreciated, dear friend! 👁️🔥🙏🖤
The pain is real 🕊️🙏🏻
For sure, my friend!
My left arm pulls them in. My right arm pushes them out. Works like a treat, otherwise I wouldn`t waste my time doing it.
Mutley, that push-pull balance is the whole ethic in miniature. Clarity, boundaries, intention… no wasted motion. Works like a treat, otherwise I wouldn`t waste my time doing it. 👁️🔥🙏🖤
Indeed! You`re rhyme pulled me in and a response was pushed out. A certain lady said that "evil" triumphs on this plane because it`s better organized. But then maybe that`s the whole idea ? Meaning if "good" triumphed then we might get too attached and never want to leave!
Indeed. Interesting idea. Possibly. Thanks again, my friend!
A very serious and sensible piece of write where socio-political overtones are blended with deep meaning and rather a poetic type of the way it is all composed. My fave
cellinic, thank you. I’m glad it reads as serious without losing its edge… that balance mattered. 👁️🔥🙏🖤
Sharp, unflinching, and alive—your words punch, sting, and hold me close all at once. A fierce, vivid ride through truth, humor, and fire.
Thomas, thank you. Truth, humor, fire… and still alive to the touch. Glad it resonated, my friend. Thanks, my friend!. 👁️🔥🙏🖤
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