Balkan Winter

BALKEN WINTER The freeze has brought them to a winters night they' ve made themselves, forgetting what is right, and they can see their children cry but not a one will reason why, nor think upon enough to see the light. There's no repent for killing that's been done and no resistance to it going on, just hate on hate that only grows, the hint of peace that never shows, with lots of blame, enough for everyone. And to this chaos, we have layed the way for men of opportunity to play and build their fortunes from it all while winter makes its deathly call, and brings another dark and longest day. The heros are not known, til dies are cast til all is layed away into the past, and truth is what a baby hears but layed to rest in later years, and right is not defined until the last.