Tv. Christmas - Poem by Oskar Hansen
TV channels are going mad in their hunt for happy
Christmas tales, they have visited bald children
in cancer wards, giving away presents, which seem
to me to please the giver more than the receiver.
Interviews with parents whose children soon will be
dead, they try not to cry – for the children´s sake-
and there is jollity wrappers hiding unbearable
anguish. Today the dark side of the moon is not visible
it will be tomorrow though, but then our compassion
is exhausted by too much reality.
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