Dear Politicians, a tale retold,

Whispers in the political woods,

A four-year Winter of discontent,

Of icy rifts and hearts grown cold.

Of unity sought, where solace should,

A history penned in icy lament.

In unity’s name, a call you make,

Yet echoes of past deeds unfold,

Unity’s plea, an icy dagger’s call,

Shadows linger, truth at stake.

A frosty tale, the truth untold.

shadows dance a somber thrall.

Boycotts bloom in inaugural air,

Boycotts in the inaugural frost,

Politicians feed as the drama unfolds,

A chilling wind, despair to bear.

An icy rift, principles lost,

Death to America? Prophecy foretold.

A spy’s gaze upon the scene,

Politicians rejoice in this chilling tale,

Spying eyes, a political storm,

A secret frost, a truth unseen.

Frostbitten trust, a ship set sail.

A tempest brewed a nation’s scorn.

Lies disguised dance, and the truth is flipped

A dossier of shadows cast,

Politicians play in deceit,

No comment, a frozen script,

Isolation’s chill, a wintry blast,

Hidden truths, a bitter feat.

Media bias is a winter’s tease.

Accusations echo an endless plight.

Epstein’s list, a tragic scene,

A speech torn in the icy breeze,

Ukraine’s call in Frozen Night,

Hunger and shortages, a darkened sheen.

The pandemic blamed, a bitter cold,

Politicians lie, a frigid claim,

Gaza, a political tragedy,

In Winter’s tale, propaganda unfolds.

Accusations, a cold flame,

Accusations hurled, a web of fallacy.

Riots, looting in the snow,

Pandemic used in winter’s air,

Israel blamed, a sinister plot,

Media whispers lies that grow.

Frozen fingers pointing, unfair.

The fall of America is a tangled knot.

The Election, a frosty claim,

Riots encouraged, looting’s cold,

Media spins a web of ice,

Politicians playing a frozen game.

In the heart, a tale unfolds,

Lies crystallize a frozen vice.

The election-stolen, a bitter freeze,

America stands alone,

Americans, hearts confined,

In the woods, where lies appease,

In frosty winds, America’s heart- stone.

In icy grip, a frozen mind.

The Politicians offer no remedies,

In the echoes of political strife,

No unity blooms in winter’s breath,

A voice speaks of memories,

sharp as a knife.

Only echoes of a cold, dark death.