the frigidity of winter’s hand
my soul can bearbut a cold heart that hates
causes asphyxiating air
voices of vitriol and anger
run rampant through the streetscoming from crevices unseen
and in shadows, no longer discreet
the wolf foresaw this coming
when the lions roar had ceasedand denuded, the forests scream
so too, the rivers and seas
when not too long ago the eyes
of children search for a bird or starwistful 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
