The snow came.
Recollections of childhood
Tumbling softly to the ground
Concealing reality
The world beneath suffocated
Under a blanket of white.
The ethereal silence
Natures clean slate
Generating chaos
The moans of the masses
Ignoring the classes
United in their irritation.
The snow then confuses
Generates excuses
For a failing economy
Blamed for the rage
Of an unfair society
Before dying a death
Melting into the gutter
Where they say many of us belong.
Normality regained
The harsh realities of winters cruel kiss
Merged with the cold chill
Of the heartless beating
The breath of the destitute held
As their fate is determined.
Reah Roberts ©2013
Tales From Behind A Cushion 