Advents Colour Is Now Green - Poem by James Tipp
The scientist declare the small apocalypse
Global warming is on the Christmas agenda.
Act now or leave no future generations
Stark choices to change our ways, repent
A religious word meaning to turn around.
So we watch the Jungle, X Factor, Stictly
Get focused on who should win as though it matters.
The big picture too big the selfish gene holds sway
The decisions for tomorrow can wait, later is ok.
December once was focused on a peasant birth
A child born in poverty, crudley wrapped in rags
Whose message was about future and repentance
Learn to love one another as you love yourself
A challenge to the selfish gene, overcome it.
A message about the bigger picture, Gods view
'For God so loved the world' hope outside ourselves
So Copenhagen will come and go with much fanfare
The crowning of the dancers and singers go on.
The lights will sparkle in the main street, Bing will sing.
But the story of the child will barely impinge the conscience
The message of his father lost in the clamour of the tills.
This is our greatest threat to survival, forgetting God
Forgetting it's his world, his promise, his story, in a baby.
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