Maga Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The flag unfurls, a different creed,
No church of old, but born of need.
MAGA's call, a rising sound,
On shifting sand, a nation bound.

Not Bible verse, but anthem's might,
A shining land, reclaiming light.
Lost innocence, a wounded pride,
Against the tide, they stand astride.

Christian hearts, with banners bold,
A story told, of futures sold.
They see a threat in open door,
And yearn for what they knew before.

Across the sea, the echoes fly,
A wary eye, on stars and sky.
Old treaties fray, old friendships wane,
In windswept fields of hope and pain.

The world takes note, of changing grace,
A worried face, in every place.
For MAGA's dream, a fervent fire,
May build a wall, and raise it higher.

A future waits, uncertain, deep,
Where promises are hard to keep.
This new belief, a rising sun,
What it will bring, for everyone?

T.M.Solvang