Cold War.

All around me grey.
Another cold winter day.
Mother nature depressed.
By the nurturing summer sun she is no longer caressed.
Dirgeful songs the birds do sing.
To them also depression winter does bring.
Poor people cold.
To them gas and electricity is expensively sold.
Old folk will die.
Winter time makes them cry.
But the ruling class don’t give a shit.
Into their way of life the poor don’t fit.
White snow does fall.
For some death does call.