• A march in winter
    Freezing snow and wind
    No food
    Snow for water
    Thin clothes
    Real snow replacing
    The false from the smokestacks
    They move us
    To escape
    The liberating force
    The fear shows
    In their eyes
    But only for themselves
    They care not for us
    Our families,
    Our friends
    Long gone
    Or frozen in the drifts
    They may watch over us
    I do not know
    I feel no more warmth
    Perhaps, soon
    I will be taken as well
    Taken by this march of death