At the mention of ice,

there is a silent shattering

A gradual rupturing of shadows exposed to the cracks of a broken

political system

 

There is movement everywhere, yet little change,

the footsteps of politicians leave no mark,

the rise of borders rival glaciers

Where only the stories permeate

 

Of dreams with underpinned coal

Thriving on the consumption of notoriety

While change convulses beneath the uniform

To blend into a barricade that seldom floats

 

And life parades to the surface

to find warmth in a blanket of snow,

while revolution is muted by the coldest of blows

 

Sitting on the edges of uncertainty,

citizens of nowhere are tossed into political warfronts, ruminating on their place in society

Asking if society can accommodate  a place for them

 

About to slip into frigid waters,

Unless the act is in their favor

 

Imminent doom awaits them,

Unless the dream looms in demand

 

They witness the isolation of children in cold confines,

Wondering if the sun will reach reform

or slip into the waves

of desperate voices

deemed echoless

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