Dark Future Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A chill wind blows in Minneapolis town,
A shadow falls, where sunlight danced down.
Chicago's name, once whispered with dread,
Now fades away, as fear spreads instead.

No mobster's grip, though darkness still hides,
But agents arrive, where trust slowly dies.
Three thousand strong, a force from afar,
Outweighing the peace, leaving lasting scar.

Five hundred keepers, the city's own hand,
Now watch as these strangers, take over the land.
'For safety, ' they say, 'for borders to keep, '
While shadows grow longer, and sorrows run deep.

Two lives have vanished, in January's cold grasp,
Where promise and future, now lie in the past.
Renee Good, now silenced, her story untold,
By a hand that should heal, now forever turned cold.

Alex Pretti, a healer, with caring so deep,
Fell where voices rose up, from slumbering sleep.
At protest he stood, for what he believed,
But the border's sharp edge, his life now bereaved.

ICE walks the streets, with power untold,
To question, detain, make stories unfold.
A knock on the door, a whispered unease,
Are whispers and doubt as they struggle for release.

They claim to protect, from dangers unseen,
But hold citizens captive, where innocence has no screen.
A nation divided, by fear and by plight,
Could stumble and fall, into unending night.

Oh, America, wake! Before it's too late,
And darkness descends, seals a tragical fate.
For seeds of discord, are starting to bloom,
And civil war's shadow, may seal our own doom.

T.M.Solvang