Can you spare a moment of silence?
On this deceptively blasphemous day
As you carry on in merriment
amidst a world of suffering
A day to observe the alleged birth of our Lord
Matter fact, the birth of The WORD
The WORD that has neither feet nor hands
nay is a part of this world
The WORD of the secret WAY things are
The WAY neither seen nor heard
The WAY of the winds and the waters and dirt
And the fire that cleanses the Earth
What do gifts have to do with the way things are?
What does greed have to do with God?
Who are you to say who is naughty or nice?
Who can stand err the Mighty ROD?
Turn your laughter into tears
And your joy into sorrow
And pour out your lecherous cup
Neither you nor I nor the kings of the world can rival the God of Love
You reap what you sow
And you’ll get what you earn
In the coming of our vengeful King
So do as you will
All bets you can’t even spare
A moment of silence for the still sick and suffering
TheSeedSowerz 
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