Full Moon Over Shadows

“Full Moon Over Shadows”

Full moon rising, swollen with light,
pulls on oceans, secrets, and spite.
Silver truth cuts through the haze,
unmasking power in wicked praise.

MAGA screams in crimson thread,
while names of silence fill with dread.
Epstein’s ghosts still haunt the halls,
but justice stalls behind gold walls.

Trump tweets fire — a digital howl,
storming truths with lies so foul.
Yet under moonlight’s ancient eye,
the stars blink twice, and systems sigh.

Implosions come not loud, but slow,
like roots that crack the stone below.
A whisper grows in midnight’s mouth:
“The empire trembles from the South.”

We watch. We write. We plant the seed.
No kings, no crowns — just truth we need.
And in the glow of lunar might,
we sharpen pens and hold the light.