From New Mexico to Maine the sky turned iron gray,
States cried out for help, the capital joined the fray.
Forecasters spoke of ice like glass from plains to sea,
Flights vanished from the boards, dark streets in Texas trees.
The Guard rolled out in quiet rows where drifts ignite,
Boston braced for blizzard bands rising through the night.
A pen in Washington granted aid without delay,
And Philly locked the classroom doors against the day.
Sources:
Hold on, hold on, through the wind and through the warning,
Through the headlines, through the mourning.
Hold on, hold on, to the light that isn’t storming—
We are more than what we’re fearing, we are here and we are forming.
On Lake Street dawn broke hard, a siren split the cold,
A federal badge, a Venezuelan story told.
Weeks since Renee Nicole Good fell under flashing red,
A legal watcher silenced, a city bowed its head.
A surge of federal agents turned sidewalks into steel,
Shops went dark in protest till the streets could breathe and heal.
Mayor Jacob Frey called chaos, told ICE to go,
Tim Walz named a day for unity to grow.
The Vice President said “absolute immunity,”
But legal minds replied, that isn’t how it’s meant to be.
Sources:
Hold on, hold on, through the wind and through the warning,
Through the headlines, through the mourning.
Hold on, hold on, to the light that isn’t storming—
We are more than what we’re fearing, we are here and we are forming.
North of the border the talk turned sharp and stark,
A blessing became a threat in a single social mark.
Blanket tariffs promised over deals with Beijing’s hand,
Electric cars for crops from coasts and prairie land.
He called Mark Carney “Governor,” reached for an old refrain,
No back door to the market, not through Canada’s plain.
In Davos, middle powers rallied in his speech,
But the flag’s extra star stayed only out of reach.
Sources:
High valleys drowned in snow and rain, the roofs gave way,
Roads erased to silence where the cut-off villages lay.
Herds fell, hands dug, the cold bit deeper than the skin,
Scarred by war and bare hills where the forests should have been.
Quakes still hum in eastern stone, they haven’t let it go,
The new year names this crisis vast, the UN says so.
A sweeping call for help goes out to meet the need,
For lives and homes and simple warmth in word and deed.
Sources:
Hold on, hold on, through the wind and through the warning,
Through the headlines, through the mourning.
Hold on, hold on, to the light that isn’t storming—
We are more than what we’re fearing, we are here and we are forming.
In Beijing’s guarded rooms a top brass faced the glare,
Zhang Youxia named in shadows, pulled from gilded chair.
Another chief stood under the same unblinking light,
The closest circle swept away in one unending night.
They called it unprecedented, the high command undone,
An anti-graft crusade that’s felled so many, one by one.
Analysts trace a trembling through the chain of call,
When every voice that knew the code is gone from the hall.
Sources:
In Davos snow a different kind of bargain stirred,
A framework sketched with NATO’s chief, short on certain words.
Tariff threats on Europe pocketed for now,
No soldiers set to take an isle, but talks to ask how.
Rare earth dreams beneath the ice, more boots near polar light,
Denmark said not for sale, Nuuk drew a sovereign line bright.
Premier Nielsen marked the boundary no one gets to move,
Even allies blinked in doubt, asking what this deal would prove.
Sources:
Hold on, hold on, through the wind and through the warning,
Through the headlines, through the mourning.
Hold on, hold on, we are bridges in the forming—
Raise your voice above the thunder, let the chorus be the dawning.
So storm to storm we learn the names, and promise what we mean,
From frozen roads to border lines to halls we’ve never seen.
Turn the dial, strike the match, let the backbeat start to climb—
If power shakes the world tonight, our song will shake it in time.
