A Giant's Shame Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The giant sleeps, a heavy dream,
Of flags and strength, a flowing stream.
But shadows creep, unseen, unheard,
A whispered word, a tilted bird.

Behind a badge, a hidden face,
Controlling power, stealing grace.
The mighty bow, with silent dread,
A nation led, where fear is bred.

If cowards guide with secret hand,
Across the land, a shifting sand.
And eyes that watched now look away,
What dawn will break, on what new day?

How will it end, this twisted game?
With burning shame, or whispered name?
The answer waits, in hearts untold,
A story bold, yet to unfold.

T.M.Solvang