HAPPY CHRISTMAS:

We may glance upon the glitter, knowing they´re still out there,

The cold, the starving & hungry, while we´re at our festive fare,

We may adorn the stair & mantle, but sadly, guns are still in use,

The bombing just continues, while our bird is basted in its juice.

 

We may gather in our cozy, while on streets, they´re still abound,

The abandoned, the frozen & forgotten, of feline, man & hound,

We may raise our rum soaked glasses, in bonhomie & good cheer,

But, lurking outside our bottles, still there´s chilled & stalking fear.

 

We may open up our presents, singing praises to God above,

And yet, still outside our windows warm, the lonely & unloved,

We may over-spend to debt, & stuff our gorged & gin kissed faces,

But our glitzy tinsel dreams, cannot hide, sad folk in other places.

 

We may celebrate with loved ones, yet remember those in tears,

Those who have none to love & those, now getting on in years,

Those we have never met, yet are huddling under ice & snow,

Let us not ignore them, for it is our souls that want to know.