DARKLING THE WINTER COMES AND FOR MANY A TIME ....OF COLD OF FAST RUNNING DEATH ....IN SOFT FRAMES OF SNOW AND WINDY RHYME ...TO TAKE INTO THE AIR THE LAST BREATH ,,,,THE SNOWS THAT TURN MEN IN DUST ...IN THIS WINTER AMERICA GOING TO BUST? .....IN TRUMP IN TRUMP THE TRUSTS WE TRUST ....

I REMEMBER I REMEMBER

THE MELANCHOLY THAT WINTER GIVE

THE SOFT SNOWS OF NOVEMBER

AND SORROWS THAT CHOOSE TO LIVE

THE HARD MEN  CUT TO DUST

AND YOUNG ONES DEAD IN IS PRIME

AND OLD EMPIRES GOING TO RUST

IN THIS ISLAMIC WINTER OF CRIME