Political Tsunami Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A shadow fell, a twisted game,
He played with power, hid the shame.
Connections spun, a tangled thread,
While darkness bloomed where children bled.

A tidal wave of truth arose,
Exposing secrets, shattering shows.
His world imploded, built on lies,
Found silence then, behind cold eyes.

Then tides began to shift and turn,
A hidden world began to burn.
His fall unleashed a mighty wave,
A political storm, a truth to save.

But mercy held a gentle hand,
The crashing waves, across the lands,
Touched mostly those within his hold,
A circle broken, stories told.

The waves still crash, the powerful reel,
But innocence can start to heal.
The tide recedes, the damage known,
His circle shrinks, they stand alone.

T.M.Solvang