Silently you fall
And kill without a sound
The old, the poor
The sick and unsound
You kill the exposed
Who can’t pay their bills
They die in their beds
In the Arkansas hills
In houses and shacks
Long ago new
They search for warmth
And food for a few
You gave the blessed
A beautiful morning
And touched a heart or two
But for those who shake
Under threadbare blankets
You’re ugly as sin
And they rue the day
They ever laid eyes
On you.