Cold February
As I beside some winter's fir
Sat writing words strange and stead
Amongst my own internal choi
Came voices to my mind unread
Of those who died on either sid
While friends cry o're their bones unburie
Go sighing through the north east wind
These cold days of Februar
Some clerk with papers and his pe
Some banker with his poison pit
Some captain careless of his me
These fan the flames that maim the citie
And bigots in the name of Chris
By thorny paths obscure and mudd
Can fear to roam through years of col
Bewailing how their hands are blood
Whether they were from here or ther
Their race and place I would not be heedin
The men who caused such bitternes
If hearts they have let their hearts be bleedin
Who neither for age nor the young chil
Would turn the shot of the arms they carrie
Go bear the guilt a weary way
For the cold days of Februar