"superstores" poems
oh, little ones
if I could build you a worthy city
to keep you safe and dreaming
I would crush the hope I had left
into a powder,
mix it
with all the things we grown couldn't be
and lay the slurry out to set,
harden it with sun and air
not hate
forming a foundation
where futures could be built
oh,
but my tools have no power
I dented them in fury and shorted them in tears
before they could be used to build
oh, little ones
if ever I find safety in this homeless land
I'll wrap you in it
in a heartbeat
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
Do you think they knew?
Huddled in the stable on a crisp cold “December” night.
Animals & Kings. Shepards & Virgins. Wisemen & Angels. Him.
Whether you believe or not.
Its a touching sentiment.
Do you think they knew ?
That theirs was the first of 2012+ to come
Their celebration of his birth.
Would haunt humanity forever.
Every shop, Every house, Every child.
Because of him.
Man or Myth.
Still it's a nice idea.
Do you think they knew?
That, that modest celebration would become a global phenomenon.
That the few would become Thousands.
And the gifts would become... Frivolous.
Giving would become wanting.
Still, its a lovely time.
Do you think they knew?
That the Shepards and Wisemen would become Superstores and Marketing executives.
That Soft drink corporations would control our holidays.
That getting gifts for loved ones would become battlefields.
That children whose beliefs were any different should be alienated and bullied.
That their love would become ...something else.
Still, some of the songs are quite catchy.
I wish you a Merry Christmas. I really do .
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC