Christmas for us is full of cheer
As we greet our near and dear
Our gated society celebrates with flair
Every year - there's definitely a fair..
So the kids get to play and have some fun
While parents relax and bask in the sun…
But what about the deprived
Outside our door
For whom no blessings
From anywhere do pour -
Will they just sit
and continue to mope?
The lonely and the homeless -
How will they cope?
Does our conscience even give a twinge
As we enjoy, and embark on a binge…? ?
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