When light of day hits frigid ice, the melting rot will glare at us

history books re-calling now will tell of murderous rage.

Fake Patriots with sanctioned guns take the children raped en route

and hide their storied pain.

Our future ravaged all at once by predators and monster men

thrusting organs in our guts

wounding both from back and top.

As politician-speak is elegant, manning votes that steal our voice

we gather then to tend our wounds,

the Good and Pretti who remain.

The God forsaken in this war dethroned and wanting still

to comfort children, unveil the lies

and stir our hearts again.