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CHRISTMAS REALITY

Poetry By: half chewed pen
Poetry


Tags: Christmas


THE YEAR I GAVE UP CHRISTMAS .MANY MANY MOONS AGO .. WRITTEN AFTER MANIC LATE NIGHT CHRISTMAS SHOPPING IN LONDON ..! SEEING THROUGH THE GLITZ AS I TRIPPED OVER A HOMELESS PERSON..THEN BEING CAUGHT IN HIS DESPERATE STARE WHILST CLUTCHING MY FRESHLY BOUGHT PRESENTS ,THAT IN HINDSIGHT NOBODY WANTED !


Submitted:Nov 13, 2006    Reads: 205    Comments: 5    Likes: 1   


The Old man tucks into his Meals on Wheels
� accompanied only by empty envelopes
�� �for help the Aged Appeals
The only things delivered
��while he shivers in the cold
�� Is this the price you pay for being old
He bends to turn the fire on
�� but not for long
��� in case another Bill is born
Then he settles back to dream
��of joining in his family sing a christmas song
�� wondering what the Hell he did wrong
Out in the Gutter another family suffer
� From their bed and breakfast home
�� �they were thrown .
The Social lost their claim and refused to take the blame
� ' Tut'," Homeless,what again
���� whats ya Number not ya name"
Down some dark deserted street
� �the undesired meet
��� Societies incomplete,loan their bodies so they can eat
Jobless..abused
�� or for reasons unknown
��� They stand togeather but still remain alone
on her knees the Single Mum pleads
� screaming "why God..why God me ?"
�� all the toys under the plastic tree just got banned by the EUC
Praise be praise be
�� for Christmas Reality
��� Praise the Lord and his greedy hoard that thrive upon technicality
In the crowded surrounds�
� of the shopping malls and towns
��� the joy of Christmas hymns can be found
Behind the ribbons and the wrappers
� speakers and clappers
�� Enterprise inititative converts to pounds
Beneath the spire the saintly choir
� reherse psalms of lyrical verse.
�� Neatly trimmed and bellowing in holy vocal bursts
HALLELUIA ..HALLELUIA To the birth of a new born King
� Who tried to teach instead of preach
�� �and died because of sin
The worship of a God
� who lets his only Son hang on a cross
�� fills my eyes with unforgivable grief
Our existence may be at a loss
� I really couldn't give a toss
�� I still stoke the fire of my disbelief
Now Charity was concieved by vanity
� Designed to cure ones guilt
��� I've got loads here take my clothes
������ I'm sure your pride wont wilt
Salvation,Restoration for the needy they debate
� for each good deed is a merrit
�� �to pass through Heavens Gate
Its absolutely crazy this charade and escapade�
� A ridiculous and pointless
� �exercise�in pain
In the distorted reflection of a ball on a string
� I become consumed cocooned
�� and start watching from within
I see faces that bare active traces
� �of misery and gloom
��� Their financial worry carving the tomb
They bridge all the rifts
� settle tiffs
�� �and open gifts
and with their heads burried in their debt
� �they drink to forget
��� that they are all caught up in the same conventional net.




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