Bethlehem Poem by Wilson Khor W.H.

Bethlehem



As clocks strike midnight,

As children go to sleep
dreaming of Santa,

As churches prepare to retell
the tales of Bethlehem,

Mothers continue to weep
over their lost children

and still pleading to be heard
for the last two millennia.

Sunday, July 26, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: bible,children,christmas,forgotten,grief,jesus,mercy,mothers
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Wilson Khor W.H.

Wilson Khor W.H.

Taiping, Perak, Malaysia
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