In the middle of
The night the snow
Blizzard arrives tonight

White descends
Everywhere and a
Silent hush
World transformed
soft blurred and

Snow is everywhere
And the footpaths
Vanish in the night

Snow falling
All through the night

And the wind whispers
A frozen song
Through the cold trees
And the world sleeps
until the thaw.

Little sheep so
Soft and cuddly
Happy and free
And fluffy as can be
Eating the grass
Ever so cute and
Playing with glee.

Little pink flower
In the morning sunlight
Smiling so bright and
Little pink flower begins to glow
With petals so light
It dazzles the sight
And little pink flower
A treasure the sun loves to show.

A whispered prayer tonight
Children cyring all through
The horrible night and
A silent picture in a frame
A tiny shoe a silent hall
A fragile life beyond recall.

In America where people
Go cold and starve every night and
Gnawing deep inside and
Where emptiness and hunger now reside
And they'd dream of a feast and
A burning thirst a dryness in the throat
Each swallow echoes a forgotten note
And starving flesh and
Children going cold
And there nearly gone to greet the dawn and face a brighter morn.

When exposing a crime is treated as committing a crime you are being ruled by criminals.

There's
Nothing
Left
To
Bomb
But
The
Women
And children
Of Gaza.