There are no fashion faux pas's
In a land of frigid polar white
No one from PETA looms near
To throw paint on a lawless plane
Nor lock themselves bare within
A cage of chilled, frigid bars
Fur is murder, a luxury unknown
In a polar world of survival
Even the bears forget that too
No rights given to seals cute
That take the penguins to live
Bears take them to make it too
So man at times is the apex
Predation by nature thrives
A realm of activities constant
There extremes with no bounds
Find only the brutal live on
A definition is often tenuous
The ice like life is hard there
Even makeshift shelter due
From what there is.. options
No vegetables grow on ice
The snows only preserve on
They would only mock hunger
Old age is a boon seldom seen
The intensity of life is brief
Leaving little room for failure
None for quitting or crying
The tears would only freeze
So little compassion near
Hues of white and blue
All look so much the same
Like the cloudless sky above
A featureless plane cover
On a kingdom with a ruler
A tyrant until the last breath