T'is that time of year when everybody spends,
pretends to the world that peace is reigning,
winning, lying, buying, crying.
See the mother crying at night deep in the dark,
her heart aching, breaking that love is not enough.
Love cannot be placed under a tree.
Credit wins, common sense loses.
For what? tinsel and a turkey?
Baubles and gifts exchanged in the sales.
Garish lights, plastic trees,
fights in the aisles for the must have items
Belief, understanding all transferred to the neon God.
Advent calendars lie. Instead of chocolate or a gift,
let's open that cardboard door and see the rift
this season brings.
On the 1st day of Christmas a bailiff came to me
repossessed last years gifts and left
the plastic tree.
Little donkey, little donkey
little cheer, little joy,
little donkey can kiss my ***.
Jingle bells, jingle bells
jingle all the way......to depression
oh what fun it is have with discount *****
Poor vs Rich, Belief against Belief
the homeless, the food-banks, suicide
hunger, fear, nothing a man in a beard can save.
© JLB
17//12/2014
11:06 GMT