Sleepy Bureaucracy Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

(Is i magen or Ice in the stomach:
The Norwegian idiom for staying calm and having extreme patience, which you need, dealing with Authorities)

So ice in the stomach, hold it true,
The Document waits, it's coming through.
The system grinds, but who will win,
Just breathe it deep, and hold within.

The papers piled, a dusty stack,
A form to fill, a winding track.
The Green Card waits, a distant gleam,
Five months stretch out, a waking dream.

But cogs turn slow, with groaning sound,
Each office move, a world unbound.
Patience wears thin, a fragile thread,
As hope shrinks down, it's almost dead.

It takes a strength, a quiet fire,
To push and prod, to keep desire.
To face the wall, the rules unseen,
And stay serene, and still
be keen.

For many fall, beneath the weight,
Of endless queues, and sealed-off gate.
But courage calls, a steady hand,
To claim the right, within the land.