Ink on the Hill, just before the lights would dim,
A handshake across the aisle, edges frayed and thin.
They split the homeland from the rest to keep the doors open wide,
After grief in Minneapolis, two flags hung side by side.
President and Senate found a patchwork way to stand,
Averted the quiet crash with a last‑minute plan.
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Hold on, world, while the anchors drag and the winds ignite,
While the headlines howl and the clock leans into night.
We bend and breathe, through the storm and satellite,
Hand in hand, we keep the light.
An armada rolls through waters where deserts meet the sea,
A carrier’s steel shadow and a warning on TV.
“Make a deal,” the message says, “or worse will come again,”
While Tehran answers steady, “our fingers won’t pretend.”
They say a spark from far away could set the whole sky to war,
Two shores stare down the distance, counting what they’re fighting for.
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Hold on, world, while the anchors drag and the winds ignite,
While the headlines howl and the clock leans into night.
We bend and breathe, through the storm and satellite,
Hand in hand, we keep the light.
Across the old continent, every minister agreed,
They penned the Guards beside the names that taught the world to bleed.
France turned the page it held, and the chorus tightened ranks,
“Repression has a reckoning,” they said without thanks.
Tehran called it reckless, “illogical” and “unfair,”
Warnings crossed the borders, heavy in the air.
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They set the clock a heartbeat closer than it’s ever been,
Citing fire, rising seas, and code that lies within.
They say the hardest truth is time we cannot buy,
And every second squandered is a match against the sky.
Disinformation’s whisper rides an artificial wind,
While the needles draw the margins where the night begins.
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A white roar gathers low from Georgia to the capes,
The Carolinas brace as the coastal water shapes.
Virginia prays the lines hold, Tennessee pulls tight,
A governor calls emergency before the fall of night.
Last week’s cold left neighborhoods in darkness, flights on hold,
Even Florida’s far green fields are bracing for the cold.
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In glass and chrome, a memo hums of “cutting through the dust,”
“Reduce the layers, own the work,” and trust the learning rust.
Another wave across the desks, as AI takes the stage,
Efficiency’s bright promise turning someone else’s page.
They’re given time to look within the sprawling hive of screens,
While warehouses keep beating to the rhythm of machines.
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Hold on, world, while the anchors drag and the winds ignite,
While the headlines howl and the clock leans into night.
We bend and breathe, through the storm and satellite,
Hand in hand, we keep the light.
So raise your voice above the sirens, let the steel ships hear you sing,
Let the snow fall soft and wiser, let the colder hours ring.
Turn the fear into a lantern, lift it high and burn it bright—
Not tonight, not tonight, we keep the light.
