Epstein's Shadows Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Golden coins, a whispered lie,
Power blooms, as innocents cry.
Threads of greed, spun dark and deep,
Where royal secrets softly sleep.

A puppet dance, on silver strings,
Politicians bow, as darkness sings.
The world decays, a bitter fruit,
While children's dreams are trampled, mute.

A rotten core, the elite reside,
Their gilded cages, shame can't hide.
In Epstein's shadow, a haunting stain,
On hearts of stone, a burning pain.

No words can mend, the trust that's lost,
The heavy price, the awful cost.
A world betrayed, by those we trust,
In shadows deep, their souls turn dust.


T.M.Solvang