Bitter April Winds

That winter

While the West

Waged a War against Covid

The East prepared

For a War against its neighbours

The wind was bitter that spring

Chilling, cutting like a scythe

Across cold, hard land

Carrying a message, a warning

Which arrived too late

The wind became a force

Which brought anger

Violence, greed and hatred

It was cruel, inhumane

It showed no mercy

To man, woman or child

It passed through, leaving only destruction

In its wake

The West, stood with the innocent

Held them in their hearts

Prayed that this time would pass