Christmas carols linger in the air...Except
for the homeless and hungry, who could not
do anything else but to hunger and not care!
Songs of merryment are unleashed into the
busied city streets...The well to do are
out buying caviar and champaigne, and silken
sheets! TV ads give messages to go out and
spend...While the holidays bring to the
poor, only hunger and suffering in sight,
that will seem to never recede and end!
How can the rich sleep at night, knowing that
the poor sorrowfully suffer? It is indeed to
bed, for those unfortunate, hungry people
who cannot afford to buy or eat a
well nourishing supper! 12-18-2005'.
2005 Michael Jeffrey Gale
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem