In Minneapolis the streets breathed steam,
Shops went dark for an ICE Out dream,
Crowds braved a sky that could crack a stone,
Saying leave this state, leave us alone.
After sweeps called Metro Surge,
A name on a sign becomes a dirge:
Renee Good, we speak you aloud,
Clergy in cuffs at the airport crowd.
Keith Ellison files, the papers fly,
For a reckoning under a bitter sky.
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Under Gulf light by the quiet sea,
Three flags share one table carefully,
A rare new triad, a war-worn plea,
With maps of the east where the borders bleed.
Davos whispers, a Kremlin room,
Envoys passing like clouds through gloom.
Moscow says, pull your soldiers back,
Kyiv wants shields against attack.
The White House calls the moment bright,
And says, we’ll sit again by night.
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Cold winds blow through the headline town,
Some walls go up, some borders come down.
We march, we meet, we learn, we mend,
Holding the fragile thread we send.
If mercy is law and truth is guide,
We keep the candles lit inside.
Cold winds blow, but we won’t bend—
We sing, we speak, we stand again.
A giant winter writes its name
From desert dust to rocky Maine,
Ice like glass on leaning pines,
Plows and prayers and crossing lines.
Governors raise an urgent hand,
Arctic teeth bite half the land,
Airports hush and runways sleep,
Semis crawl and sirens weep.
Through every door the forecast calls:
Hold your children, brace the walls.
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A pen in Washington closed a door
No member ever closed before.
Largest giver now walks away,
Citing the storms of a deadly day.
Doctors warn of the quiet threats
That move in shadows, trade regrets—
Unpaid dues like anchors drag,
Signals fade from a tattered flag.
Surveillance thins, the night grows wide,
We need a bridge, not just our pride.
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Cold winds blow through the headline town,
Some walls go up, some borders come down.
We march, we meet, we learn, we mend,
Holding the fragile thread we send.
If mercy is law and truth is guide,
We keep the candles lit inside.
Cold winds blow, but we won’t bend—
We sing, we speak, we stand again.
On a mountain of deals where the snow runs thin,
A framework whispered in Davos wind.
Greenland’s name like a northern flame,
NATO nods in a careful frame.
Tariff thunder pulled back from shore,
Arctic patrols and a mining door.
No iron hand for a frozen prize,
Denmark says no trade of skies.
Details dance where the ice is clear,
Promises lean toward another year.
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A scrolling chorus finds new ground,
An American-led venture crowned.
Oracle stands at the guarded gate,
Algorithms locked in a safer state.
The parent keeps a smaller share,
Critics ask if we’re truly there.
A vast young crowd keeps singing on,
Filters lift and night turns dawn.
Praised by power, checked by doubt,
But the beat goes on, the voices shout.
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Cold winds blow through the headline town,
But the drums of the people will shake that sound.
We march, we meet, we learn, we mend,
Tie one knot, then tie again.
If mercy is law and truth is guide,
We’ll light the dark from side to side.
Raise your hands, let the chorus ride—
From frostbit streets to the rising tide.
Cold winds blow—now hear our vow:
We bend, we don’t break—
We stand our ground, we sing out loud—
Right here, right now.
