Treasure Island

sheena blackhall

(18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

There is Another Xmas


There is another Xmas
Where broken home and street
Are piled in cairns of rubble
Where death and horror meet

There is another Xmas
No tills ring in the cheer
Where vultures perch on cradles
And every town’s a bier

There is another Xmas
Where war, disease or flood
Ravage the population
Stain earth with children’s blood

There is no Xmas Angel
To feed the dispossessed
To pour out milk and honey
To share the turkey breast

No Wise Men to bring comfort
With blessings all around
Just aid that comes belated
To corpses on the ground

Submitted: Saturday, November 16, 2013
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