Are we still dispensing those kisses? whatever happened to love thy neighbor? be kind to lesser creatures and help the fallen?
We are distancing ourselves more and more from the poor like they were lepers, from the sick like they were deadly contagious, as we are offering the other cheek for a 30 silver coins kiss from the ones rich with fool's gold!

Cracking ice, the world is going as cold
as the heart of many a unremorseful man
that walk the streets of those in need, like
a bad news knock on their doors by midnight.

Silence descend over crumbling tombstones
man-winter voice is a call from ominous owl,
telling the Reaper that it soon will be over
as hunger soon will be claiming another one.

Snow covered a row of trees like naked monks
their deformed shadows given by a sick light
which was trying to shroud with weak darkness
their sparkling disrobed shame wrapped in ice.

No beggars to confront the hard freezing winds,
a bag-lady that keep on moving, pushing her cart,
to get some warmth to old bones that can’t stop
because if they do, she will close her eyes and die.

Winter has come to the cement jungle, disoriented,
shell shocked, a ghost that will come and go, fast,
no bullet can reach him because he cheated dead
as he was cheated on his decorated return by his land.

Bridges weren’t build to cross over troubled waters,
but to give the homeless a sense of a roof, a house,
in the company of some stray creature on four legs
that never asked for anything but a little hug of love.

Two thousand years ago a kiss was paid with silver,
thirty coins that the Romans gave to the kissing man,
and we still doing it, believe me, and if you don’t…
give them a chance, open your eyes and look around.

Cracking ice, the world is going as cold
as the heart of many a unremorseful man,
for silver coins today, if you kiss a stone,
it will be the only one…that would cry.