Candles on the winter curb, a poet’s name in snow,
Renee Good, a mother’s song, silenced by a badge’s glow.
Another shot in a city night, sirens stitch the seams,
Active-duty waits up north, Guard boots thrum like drums of steam.
Grand jury letters knock on doors at the Capitol and City Hall,
A judge draws lines around peaceful hands, Justice vows to brawl.
Day of Truth and Freedom calls: no work, no school, no buying,
Vance touches down, the Act of Insurrection floated, then denying.
Sources:
Turn the amps to thunder, let the truth ring wide,
Ice on the table, streets that will not hide.
Tariffs on the airwaves, markets falling fast,
Hold the line, hold the line, make the moment last.
We want bread and shelter, we want voice and grace,
In a fear gauge sky, keep the human pace.
AI frost and a planted flag, a summit set ablaze,
An island in the northern fog becomes the week’s red haze.
Threats to friends with shared defense if they won’t sell the ice,
A Nobel snub turned battle drum, diplomacy at twice the price.
Europe lifts a shield of law, says coercion won’t prevail,
Sovereignty of Greenland, Denmark—etched like iron on the scale.
Davos morphs from polished talk to an urgent fire brigade,
As cameras chase a single rock in a blizzard of cascade.
Sources:
Turn the amps to thunder, let the truth ring wide,
Ice on the table, streets that will not hide.
Tariffs on the airwaves, markets falling fast,
Hold the line, hold the line, make the moment last.
We want bread and shelter, we want voice and grace,
In a fear gauge sky, keep the human pace.
Wall Street’s windows rattle, autumn ghosts return,
Screens glow red, the biggest names feel the circuits burn.
The fear gauge howls like midnight wind through canyoned stone,
Gold and silver catch the flare as money races home.
From Copenhagen’s pension vaults, a message to the Hill,
Treasuries left standing in a sudden northern chill.
Trillions bleed from ticker tape, traders clench their teeth,
As a Greenland gust turns profit dust and panic into wreaths.
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Corks under siege, a vineyard held in trade,
A vintage faces tariff fire because a line was made.
Macron said no to a seat in Gaza’s shadowed room,
Private texts laid in the sun like letters read too soon.
A board with Putin, Milei, Carney’s northern pen,
Invites sent to Erdogan and Lula once again.
Critics see a shadow crown, the UN’s light thinned,
A charter built to wander far where wars begin and end.
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The Alps hum “Spirit of Dialogue,” a summit dressed in frost,
A cavalcade from Washington, the world’s clocks double-crossed.
Bessent, Rubio, Witkoff stride through cameras’ glare,
Housing plans to lock out giants from single-family lairs.
A promise to flood mortgages with federal steady hand,
But the island storm swallows headlines like a shifting sand.
Spain stays home for rail-bound grief, Mozambique for floods,
Inside the glass, the talk runs deep; outside, the rumor thuds.
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A shortlist scribbled on the back of a jet-set day,
Hassett in the front row, Warsh and Waller in the fray.
Rick Rieder rising on a late and silvered note,
While Powell takes the arrows for a slower-cutting vote.
They say a choice is coming soon, the tempo of the rate,
The drumbeat of the credit markets, throttle, brake, and fate.
Sources:
From the streets to the summits, from the cellar to the sky,
We’re tuning every frequency where truth won’t die.
If you trade our common future for a headline in the cold,
We’ll answer with a chorus that shakes the gilded mold.
Turn the amps to thunder, let the truth ring wide,
Ice on the table, streets that will not hide.
Tariffs on the airwaves, markets falling fast,
Hold the line, hold the line, make the moment last.
We want bread and shelter, we want voice and grace,
In a fear gauge sky, keep the human pace.
Day of Truth and Freedom—call it loud, call it clear,
From the snow-lit candles to the mountaintop of fear.
No more flags in borrowed ice, no more threats for show—
Raise your hands, raise your voice, make the power know!
