Its a cold December and there is reason to believe
The establishment wants the homeless dead 
No fire no embers, each and all of us grieve 
That bitter cold wind causing our bodies to seize 
the people on a merry dance have been led 
Its a cold December and there is reason to believe
That Jack Frost stalks the land looking for victims to seize 
No food no water no shelter no bed 
No fire no embers, each and all of us grieve
these people dying alone on a winter's eve 
no compassion no charity no tears are shed 
Its a cold December and there is reason to believe
We all go on with our lives like were so naive
winters wind so cold no blood is bled 
No fire no embers, each and all of us grieve
common sense mocks us as death is hard to perceive 
whatever happened to give us this day our daily bread
Its a cold December and there is reason to believe
No fire no embers, each and all of us grieve                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem