666 Of Boxing Day Poem by Andrew C P Carnegie

Around 29AD, a saviour claimed eternity as a light of future hope,
Recorded or foretold, accepted or rejected, he left a message that stretched,
Across the pages of all mankind, throughout all time, resurrected but neglected,
The simple message of loving each other, each human brother of different mothers,
His birth celebrated as the Christmas story, fading modern memory of God's glory,
Followed here today, by man's invented mystery that holds sway, Boxing day.
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England, this Christmas, the country seeks to sever bonds with Europe, held so long,
Whilst in America, a ranting man boxing clever, twitters about his endeavours,
Raising the prospect of egotistical vanity, leading more global warming and calamity,
So men can profit from the tide of oil, toiling out of national soils,
Whilst what was former seen as wrong, becomes a celebration of nuclear guns,
The six sided scissor of international escalation, celebrating Boxing day.
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The United Nations finally gains a hairy chest, beating, in protest,
At Israels long term creeping infiltration of the Palestinian 'situation',
Something thats happened for so long, that they struggle to see the wrong,
Whilst Indian 'Agni' flies into the sky, creating international surprise,
A nuclear proliferation, whose celebration pressures China's order,
Boxing day fissions claiming protection of national borders.
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So the dragons tail thats been shaken hard by the Trump card,
Sends Liaoning to carry bristles close to Taiwans missiles,
And tensions increase in that vicinity, a Sushi of Japanese intrigue,
Cupped upon Korea's compass of doubts, both North and South,
Such that as before, we have ingredients of Castro and Kennedy,
Bringing us boxing clever towards the edge of ultimate war.
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Underpinning the divestment of all vestments of peace,
Are a social movement, the 'ism' of fascism and rascal hatred,
A racoon of burglarised surprise, its clear demarkation, greyed doubt,
Chanting hatred, ranting hatred, all bought broth bubbling up,
The gloop of human kindness, now dunked into the bread of misery,
And upon our streets Boxing day feet, urinated upon as sub human.
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Will we now move onwards, sideways, lie ways, hate ways,
Bywords for the absurd consumer driven derision that hosts moguls,
Upon the hard petard of media flagged standards, that we back as we lack,
Entering a dark period, where all nights see Northern lights of mans making,
As with earth shattering shaking, we despoil our soils, claiming ownership,
Of that rented this Boxing day, so we can say we won the sixth of Revelation?
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@Andrew Carnegie, Boxing Day, Bressay Lighthouse,2016.