Four Long Years Of Winter

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
ease 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, 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.