Anniversary Year Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Two Fifty Years Have Come and Gone,
Since Freedom's seeds were bravely sown.

But whispers now, of troubled times,
Of broken trust and shifting climes.

The voices clash, the lines are drawn,
A nation's story, fiercely torn.

Machines that lie with clever grace,
Stealing futures, leaving trace.

The sick grow weak, the costs grow high,
While hope feels distant in the sky.

A crowded world, a heavy strain,
Could push us to the edge of pain.

So let us pause, and think anew,
What seeds of hope can we imbue?

To mend the cracks, to build with care,
A future bright, for all to share.

The anniversary's light should shine,
On unity, a stronger line.

T.M.Solvang