There’s nothing moving
The trains are standing still
Folk on strike at loggerheads
Ill will?
And I’m not moving
Imprisoned by the cold
Minus eight this morning
Stay within the fold
Children see a wonderland
Snowy world and ice
Venture out on frozen lake
Cold the cruel vice
Unaware of danger
Crack and falling through
Never knew such sorrow
Sadly now we do
We need warmth in winter
And warmth in every day
The love of one another
There is no other way
The wickedness of warfare
The evil that we do
Evidenced in the crucified
Who lived his life for you
Brian Fahy
13 December 2022
Erris Poetry 