Children Deserve The Best!

I fear to look at the little ones who’ll die,

I fear to look on their faces blue with cold,

I fear to look on the little ones who are sick,

I fear to look at the faces of those who had

the mightiness to stop little ones suffering so


Five course dinners while others starve?

Warmth enough for shirt sleeve working?

No fear of the coming cold?

Private health care? No waiting list for them.

The queuing sick dying from want of a nurse.


Where is the hope if we rely on humans?

Where in them are the thoughts of grace?

Where in them a heart to overturn poverty?

Their eyes are blinded by the lust of power

and deaf ears stopped by voices of greed.


Christmas comes coldly, costing this year,

still carols play their cheery, bardic magic of

blessings of a God who walked our way of

oppression, betrayal, poverty, aggression.

And then Denies the power of corruption,


to show death has no dominion. Fury turns

to murder and buries him like a mustard seed,

amongst their thistles and rocks of cruelty.

Jesus thrusts from the earth like a loving tree

forming a safe haven for a threatened creation.


Why? like those who nailed him to a tree 

do we deprive ourselves, turn from goodness

making self destruction a law for our land?

Why can we not look at the face of a child

and cry, ‘Let us believe in them, give the best: 

Make Safety, Health and Love our quest.’

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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