Cold

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

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