Month: December 2021

Christmas, what’s the point?

The lonely are lonelier,

the poor – even poorer,

the weak are slowly weaker,

the spoiled are so spoiled.

And there is a place

where you are either

outside or in. And no-

one asks you to enter.

—–

The sad are even sadder,

the glad somewhat gladder,

the fearful – more fearing.

The workers – hard working

and there is a place

where feet are on the rest,

food is served to the best,

And joy is an Offshore Bank account.

——-

Bastard! they called him,

born in squalor they said,

cuckolded his father she did,

and then he ditched them and

rebelled against their traditions,

Legalism and tyranny.     Instead,

He loved the sick into health,

gave sight to the blind,

restored the dead to life,

and hatred heartened them.

——–

Captured him, killed him quick,

denied him a future. Just to stop

the rot.   Tortured by lash.

Crucified,  Christ on a tree,

They tried to rub him from 

history but love rebounds,

restores and reconciles.

——-

Love gives the weak strength,

Love will feed the hungry,

Love befriends the lonely.

Love cares with the fearful,

Weeps with the tearful, and

Somewhere He is celebrated

still.  His sacrificial love 

flows and received heartens

and always a reason for joy.

——————————————-

Nadolig Llawen, Happy Christmas, Feliz Navidad, Joyeux Noel Frohe Weihnachten, 圣诞快乐, חג מולד שמח, Gëzuar Krishtlindjet, Ikrisimusi emyoli, ハッピークリスマス, Счастливого Рождества, Καλά Χριστούγεννα

M

Mercilessly the virus pursues us and prunes life on earth,

Masks are worn and relationships torn and born on the net.

Massive queues by the hospital to see the overworked staff.

Moment by moment worsening ’til Covid conversations are

Mixed with Christmas Greetings and curtains closely drawn.

——

Many people are working to avoid the pyres, wreaths and woes.

Multiple hands crafting vaccinations against poisonous progress.

Measuring and creating the chemists turn to war on an invisible

Mutinous enemy who coldly challenges their clever craft, then

Mutates into something new, something vile, a calculating killer.

——-

Maintaining their arsenal governments buy their weaponry, 

Munching machines greedily tear down healthy trees and plants, 

Marksmen shooting innocent angry orangutans trying to flee.

Miserly we carve up our life, green space and wonder why it

Mercilessly bites us back!

——-

Must we fight nature instead of nurturing the glorious wonder?

Masterminds of the world unite to secure a future for the whole.

Moved we should change today not tomorrow bearing the sorrow.

Mother Nature calls us to be as one with the beauty of our world.

Mother Mary birthed Jesus who spoke then of saving all creation.

——-

Magi and shepherds hailed his coming and angels split the skies,

Moaning lips accused him. Shattering the hope of unity and progress.

Most times we occlude the truth that Christmas is the celebration of

Making us one with the creator who made each leaf and flower,

Multiplying shape and hue and scape. And true in steadfast love.

Carbon kills.

With stick thin legs and bellies swollen,

they remembered their playing in grass,

hide and seek around trees and cattle 

beside the flowing watery tracks of 

the recent rain; that washed the earth

and egged on the good, growing grain. 

——-

Rain still falls on someone else’s land,

in a place where fridges are full and 

children are found to be fat, but still

they burn the death ridden fuels to

enable them to career around in cars,

that don’t seem to make them happy.

————————

They frown and furrow their brows as

they eat their fill taking the food from

the mouths through hogging their own

ways. While out in a land somewhere

climate change is killing small children

and the cattle rot on the sandy desert.

Party time for some!

Its party time for clowns,

jumping around he laughs,

drinking long deep draughts,

while they giggle o’er jokes and  their gaffes.

—-

Outside the folk stay in,

the rules for others thin,

no invitations in the nation

apart for the leading loon and his pally kin.

——

jostling and singing along,

playing games of ping pong

with the hearts of the nation.

Happy Christmas to us in Lockdown’s their song.

——–

I can’t get my medication

I can’t get my favourite snack

I can’t get my Christmas treat,

because it’s sold out and we will adjust to the lack.

——-

I am sitting in a cold room 

‘cos gas is rare and dear,

I can’t visit my family ‘cos

that blasted mutating virulent virus is very near.

——

The NHS is overwhelmed,

the waiting lists are long,

the staff tired and exhausted

busting their guts while no 10 revels along.

——-

You partied, you Brexited

and took your time to Lock

down. We pay in hungry kids,

cold houses and even toddlers toys are out of stock.

So, stop grinning and

face the facts that your

miserable acts and greedy

pacts are disastrous, derisory and break the law..

Broken Politics.

Casting a vote on the emptiness of politics,

is like being tossed on the unpredictable seas

of storms and whirlpools, sinking and drownings.

——-

Those who are outside suffer hunger while sated

men and women on huge battle ships belch fire on 

those struggling in the waters of injustice, malice and

——-

violence from incited racism and attacks on women 

grow endlessly as grossly negligent police forces are

ignoring the violent suppression of women’s voices, and

——-

the killing of women daily as well as tiny children who are

broken and burned, tortured and violated by the very ones

that are called to protect them, gently love them and safely.

——–

There is nothing new under the sun as the news is trotted

out by biased papers and news channels owned by the mega

rich and so we look on in fear and shock and shame that our

———

nations representatives are heeding to shameful passions

that kill and maim. And through their lying teeth we hear they

are building strong for a nation, but breaking the beleaguered poor.