Cold Heart Poem by Thomas Ware

The cold snow rains down,
Hardens hearts and freezes minds.
The cold snow rains down,
Chilling souls and taking lives.

Bitter flurries, each individual a small bomb,
Each one easily extinguished but the whole storm is a lost cause.
Together evil grows,
It's not hard to defend,
But when it comes to full strength,
We cannot defend the masses.

The cold alienates,
Turning justice into greed,
The cold corrupts,
Making murder from majesty.

Huddle together, try to survive the onslaught,
Just breeds resentment, the cold burns but hatred's hot.
The snow falls and compounds the anguish,
The winter kills and preserves the loss of ages,
Like turning warmth and love,
To rage and faithlessness.

And when the night stalks close,
The damage has been done,
Morals are comatose,
Camaraderie has run,
Except of a dread nature,
The friendship of death,
Sows naught but anger,
And rips apart the flesh.

We band together,
But only to create ruin,
Never caring whether
Their death was your doing.
And the cold has played its part:
Turned life and love to steel hearts