Statecraft in Winter
A poem mourning false American hopes
Though silenced still, I hear a trill
A once-feared eagle’s wings unfurl
A frost-capped dome take shape anew
Flags don’t fear red touching blue
Winter’s wrath brings walls to scale
So swift, so quick, all empathies fail
Lawmaker’s house, storm sons and scepters
Eagle’s wings shame resurrectors
Turrets this day are tyrants’ feet
Pushing, shoving, white stars retreat
Hoarfrost’s scheming, ignorance compelled
Speech-lines undone, false hopes withheld
Though fire’s warmth its best has tried
Winter lingers after ideals die
Latin inscribing conjures Colosseum
Only God grants lasting freedom
