Naughty Christmas Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

Naughty Christmas



Dine they do to glutton
Drink they do also to stupor
Flamboyant are the attires
To proud and ridicule the broke

Calamities and calamities
On the road
In the home
Even the Lord's house is unspared

Sin at the brim
Spill all over
To the care of none
And the Lord watches
The yule log burns in sin
Blind to the destruction impending
Lurking just at the corner
And the Lord watches and watches.

(Friday 31st December,1999,3.56 pm)

Wednesday, September 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: carelessness,celebration,christmas,sin
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Uche Nwanze 12 September 2019

When the true essence of Christmas is lost on frivolities, you miss the point. Thanks for sharing dear poet.

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Kingsley Egbukole 13 September 2019

Thanks for taking time to comment

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