Under desert lights in Abu Dhabi,
their flags meet for an unheard truce.
War maps trace the scars of Donbas,
one side says pull back the troops.
The other begs for armored promises,
after Davos handshakes and a Kremlin review.
The White House calls it moving forward,
fragile steps in shadowed rooms.
Sources:
Ice on the streets, fire in the choir,
cold fronts howl, hot wires crackle higher.
Deals in the dark, exits at dawn,
we won’t be quiet, we carry on.
From tundra to tarmac, from code to crown,
turn up the truth, don’t turn it down.
In Minneapolis the streets breathe vapor,
shops go dark for an ICE-out day.
They march for Renee Good in winter,
and tell the knock at the door to stay away.
Clergy kneel at the airport gates,
peace in their hands, cuffs on their sleeves.
Operation Metro Surge in the headlines,
and Ellison files to make it leave.
Sources:
They call it Fern but it feels like steel,
a spine of white across the land.
Snow like anvils, glass on the highways,
a polar breath across the span.
Sirens and governors brace for the whiteout,
planes bed down, the interstates groan.
Homes draw tight round flickering radios,
while winter takes the country in a chokehold.
Sources:
Ice on the streets, fire in the choir,
cold fronts howl, hot wires crackle higher.
Deals in the dark, exits at dawn,
we won’t be quiet, we carry on.
From tundra to tarmac, from code to crown,
turn up the truth, don’t turn it down.
Across the blue halls of health, a chair sits empty,
the flag that fed the fund is gone.
Blame flies back to a viral season,
reform demanded, bridges undone.
Experts warn the net grows thinner,
when sentries leave the watchtower wall.
Unpaid echoes in the ledger,
as outbreaks learn to skip the call.
Sources:
Up in Davos the microphones glitter,
with NATO nods an Arctic line is drawn.
Tariff threats holstered for now,
missiles and mines sketched at dawn.
No talk of taking by force, he says,
just frameworks, fog, a wary grin.
Copenhagen keeps its counsel,
no keys to the ice have traded hands.
Sources:
On a glowing screen a new badge flashes,
a stateside shell with foreign roots.
Oracle guarding locks and ladders,
partners lined in tailored suits.
Safeguards wall the dancing data,
the chorus scrolls through stitched applause.
The cheer from the White House rises,
as skeptics circle sharpened laws.
Sources:
Ice on the streets, fire in the choir,
cold fronts howl, hot wires crackle higher.
Deals in the dark, exits at dawn,
we won’t be quiet, we carry on.
Let the amp feed back like thunder,
let the snow and headlines fall.
If the world keeps breaking open,
we’ll be the ones to make that call—
turn the blackout to a beacon,
beat the storm and breach the wall.
From Abu Dhabi to Minneapolis,
raise the riff and risk it all.
