God Takes a Holiday from Christmas?
(Christmas 2004)
Seeking again a birth, where God is placed
among, the simple, aliens and meek?
Search no more, homelessness is at its peak!
Baghdad has dirty rubble rooms to taste.
If humble digs are what You’re looking for
There’s fetid running water in the street,
and shivering in your bed, (there is no heat);
the perfect Christmas home for God! There’s more -
we’ve slums, and shanty towns, the tin-roofed shack!
Dazed ourselves, our crusade on drugs is lost!
We are discrete, free speech comes at a cost!
Child prostitutes and children’s morgues are back!
Too much to choose from? Too rich in poverty, is it?
In 12/04 will God forgo the Christmas visit?
Copyright © 2004 -
Harold Macdonald, Poems from the Eighth Decade