Weather bomb
All the sites, stations
-write and talk to declare:
- "Is cold in Arctic way! "
They warn old and the young
- "Stay in…don't go out…"
Is not cold that kills me
-but coldness.
Is not she that kills me
-but is her ignorance.
Is not love that kills me
-its absence causes death.
Why to shout of a bomb
-that freezes the air
-with a low temperature?
Why forget the culture
-of Igloos built on ice
-by using ice-blocks?
Inside them full of warmth
-from hearts of the hosts
-devoted with kindness
-giving best reception.
Their death is what kills me!
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