By Scott Bailey © 2026

In that faraway land
Under the star spangled skies
There’s a fierce wall of ice
Casting frost across the earth
The blossoms of the land
Wilt in the freeze.

But there’s a fire coming
Fuelled by the rage and the ire
Of the wronged, the bereft of the poetic dead.
It will melt that wall of ice
And those that built it

In response to malformed_poetry’s prompt

https://www.threads.com/@malformed_poetry/post/DTYBL7uDEG5?xmt=AQF0nOC4pfgVtzBS4plAODeEjwS5OSLNTdULWpBxcMcx5qvPk3w3YJmGUE1K3j_sZqsRT4VJ&slof=1