All Is Peace But Feral Poem by Vincent Miranda
All Is Peace But Feral
In the ages of dark in which will cripple us,
None can cheer us other than Saint Nicholas.
When our society is connected by a mere isthmus,
The only thing bringing us all together is Christmas
Shimmering snow, a magical night,
Where stars twinkle with pure delight,
Comes a season of love, warm and bright,
With carols of joy, filling the night.
Gifts wrapped with care, laced with pure love,
Unwrapping the joy, like a peaceful dove,
For in these small gestures, we truly find,
The beauty of giving, a gift so kind.
Here and there, life everlasting
A joyful world filled with his tasking
He brings the greatest gifts that brightens the year
As the only one who brings the world to a cheer
I won't believe that 'Saint Nicholas' brings the world 'together' when one estimate of the percentage of the world's population which is 'Christian' is only 31%.
(cont.) 'Isthmus' works just as a rhyme, I think. I DID appreciate the other rhymes! : ) bri
'Feral'? ? ? ? FERAL: in a wild state; resembling a wild animal. That's a 'reach' for me to fathom, as is 'isthmus'. (cont.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/31/2024 6:01:36 PM # 1.0.0
I think isthmus is a geographical term, like a somewhat narrow stretch of land connecting two larger masses. Society could be more appropiately said to be connected by a 'thread' instead, though at the present time it would appear more likely to be 'hanging by a thread'.