Poetry, Random Thoughts & Ramblings

Stained with life that lives no more
Disfigured forms scar the earth’s floor
None will be seen till the spring thaw
Showing evidence of another bloody war

Snow stained carnage yet again
Showing man’s lust for pain
And to what is the gain?
None! It’s just man’s game

Ice so lightly stained in pink
Tainted water unfit to drink
And snow covered in life’s ink
Even more into depravity we sink

Blanket of winter covers our crime
But it is hidden for a short time
Figures fixed in mocking mime
Becoming another bloodstained shrine

Death to them is no longer a mystery
Their marble faces now history
Once they belonged to humanity
Taken by cold heartless insanity

They came from the warming womb
Fed by breast and loving spoon
Looked upon by sun and moon
Only to be put in an early tomb

Frozen wastes hiding our shame
Only to be exposed again and again
We forget that each had a name
And to life each had their claim

When the long winters had its day
And flowers of spring make their way
No matter what we do or say
Another season will join the bloody fray

This world is hell, not paradise
Man’s endless bloodlust will not suffice
Crawling the world as detestable lice
Turning another winter into pink ice