Shroud

The wind in full sway I thought the giant grey

Cloud, looked like a shroud

Covering the face of cold dead day

The rain hid under cover waiting to strike

There was little about this day, to like

I closed my eyes to wish myself away

Only to open them and see what I saw

Yesterday, a world inviting decay

I thought maybe this is nature’s law

It’s hard to find an unpainted smile

When our existence is on trial

And all our eyes stare at the floor

Work till we drop eat sleep and shop

Deaf, to the birds singing in trees

Blind to the greed of those at the top

Who tear our hope and lives apart

Winter thrives in the coldest heart

Those that start war never want to stop

Newspaper pages fly across the street

Maybe in rage at falling sales

And their deception of trick or treat

Only the diehards believe the lies

Living life a long distance from wise

Here comes The Sun accept your defeat

The wind in full sway I thought the giant grey

Cloud, looked like a shroud covering the face

Of a cold dead day.

©JMcN2016