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Monday, January 11, 2016

cold heart

the frigidity of winter’s hand
my soul can bear
but a cold heart that hates
causes asphyxiating air

voices of vitriol and anger
run rampant through the streets
coming from crevices unseen
and in shadows, no longer discreet

the wolf foresaw this coming
when the lions roar had ceased
and denuded, the forests scream
so too, the rivers and seas

when not too long ago the eyes
of children search for a bird or star
wistful and fear now look up at skies
for their father, mother, sister, brother
lives lost to bombs sent from afar

yes the air is frigid, not
just of nature’s hand,
most unbearable, from the cold
uncaring heart of man