The Xmas Day The Poor Whisked Poem by John Sensele

Compliments of the season
To all folks who flew the romance rocket
To free captives from the poverty prison
Where wardens withdrew cash from the pocket

Short on love, long on glove
Growing more and more restless
The more prisoners disseminated love
Much to the surprise that left wardens breathless

Wondering how at Xmas
Romance could run short
When folks of good faith attending mass
Unleashed fireworks in the court

Where prisoners won first prize
Donating love and bliss bloom
To nerds whose pates chose to maximize
Altruist algorithms developed to minimize gloom

In ghettoes where meals escaped
Aeons ago through no fault of their own
When the poor in surprise gaped
At dozens of donations that drove the zeal zone

Where poverty at Xmas raised its white flag
Upon Santa Claus landing in his red and white suit
Throwing sweets, biscuits and dreams from a brand new bag
Saplings snatched from Santa's biscuit to loot

Morsels and parcels of ice cream
Tongues licked and licked
Falling to their knees to thank God for the dream
That rang true on the Xmas day they picked and whisked.