The wolves of winter are upon us
Though many are still sleeping,
Silently sensing the foreboding gloom
As truth is desecrated in a blurry haze,
Marred by government negation
Fuelling poverty and desperation,
Wake up poets, use your pens
Point your fingers of blame,
Be warriors of change and good fortune
Sweep dark currents strongly aside,
Implore your words to reach out
Be inspired by a brighter tide,
Beyond man's self-centered deeds
White nightmare sowing division,
With our beds laden with red roses
We can build a society defused of fear,
Of kindness strong, with no regret
Past the present that calibrates pain,
The sky pierced with much needed change
For the many not the few, open your eyes,
As the hands of the clock move round you
Live struggle, resist, laugh till you cry,
In the darkest of seasons be a spark of reason
Fixing and mending, releasing inner vision .
