A Christmas Poem
Tis the season,
let us reason;
ponder on the human race.
Somehow in the mix of things
we all fell out of grace.
We kill each other
over bother;
that makes little sense to me,
sad religions,
sad philosophy
For we never do abide
by what the good books say
instead we bend the pages
our own way,
Let us bow our heads
and hope we all find peace;
it wouldn’t hurt a bit
to pray
Tis the season,
let us reason;
ponder on the human race.
Somehow in the mix of things
we all fell out of grace.
We kill each other
over bother;
that makes little sense to me,
sad religions,
sad philosophy
For we never do abide
by what the good books say
instead we bend the pages
our own way,
Let us bow our heads
and hope we all find peace;
it wouldn’t hurt a bit
to pray
on this Christmas Day.
Blinddream 10/2012
Blinddream 10/2012


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