North Country vs. South Country
In North the thawing fields wear silver crowns,
Where snowdrops pierce the frost with fragile grace;
Yet iron mills belch clouds above cold towns,
And profits soar where steel and coal embrace.
In South the scorching plains demand their due,
Where parched horizons crack beneath the sun;
No gentle bells ring out—just hopes askew,
As dust devoured what rain had once begun.
The North counts comfort in its steely roar,
Its heated homes, its surging neon tides;
The South counts calories—and asks for more,
While drought and debt erode her weary strides.
Between these realms the earth convulses still:
Glaciers retreat, coastlines swell and fray;
Yet if compassion threads each bitter chill,
The Nation’s hearts might thaw at break of day.
WoPoLi 
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