Shadows in the Smoke"

 "Shadows in the Smoke"

The fires rage, skies burn red,

A golden state now chokes instead.

Ashes dance like ghostly prose,

Whisper secrets no one knows.

Across the border, whispers creep,

Of masks that wake while others sleep.

Is he the one? A fleeting face,

Or shadows left in power's place?

Canada sighs with frozen breath,

Dreams of hope now meet their death.

A leader smiles, rehearsed, confined,

Truth a riddle, heart maligned.

Denmark hums its quiet tune,

Where snow and sea reflect the moon.

But whispers cross the ocean wide—

Who steers the ship? Who dares decide?

The Canal narrows, waters rise,

Panama’s veins beneath gray skies.

Trade and tides, their rhythm breaks,

As Earth beneath us shifts and quakes.

A world of masks, a play of names,

A flickering light in power games.

What’s real, what’s false, who dares to say?

The smoke conceals the breaking day.

So here we stand, with doubts to bear,

And questions hanging in the air.

The flames consume, the shadows weave,

A world of wonders, hard to believe.