This is the winter solstice of dismay.

No wind,no sun,no storm,just   foolish grey
The clouds are shaded  with a yellowish tone
This is  the  winter solstice  of dismay

Our  blind leaders  with white sticks  go stray.
And in  the  darkness I hear human groans.
No  truth,no sight,no mercy,  dull and grey

Where fools decide what motives to display
And hide  like   insects under  heavy stones
This is  the  winter solstice  of dismay.

We   make-believe our souls  in heaven will play
Yet, round  Belsen, ghosts still   sieve  Jews’ bones
No  thoughts no angst,no  worry,just   cool grey

Can we buy our ethics on E bay?
Can we tell if we are never shown?
Is this  the   sunless solstice  of dismay?

When we rise our faces are still drawn.
In  depressive winters,  there’s no dawn
No saviour,sun,no spirit ,just  this grey
This is  the  winter solstice  of dismay.