A sour taste hangs in the still winter air
For from the mouth of those up high ..
We hear the meticulously crafted words!
Pleasing to the demands of the loyal flock
While others, wait for a desperate message of hope!
To calm the hideous feelings of fear, gripping the souls of so many
Each too scared to seek out the comfort of a warm tender embrace  
For we might send them to a place of no return
Our once moist eyes .. drying as we bear witness
To what holds us all hostage every second of the day!
A tiny unseen foe!