As it is Christmas, I should probably post a Christmas one. It's the most recent poem I've written and considering I was only given a half an hour to write it in one single English class.. It didn't turn out too bad!
One thing about me is that I do like to take things into perspective. And, for that reason, in my opinion there are two sides to Christmas.. lights, presents and comfort in lives of luxury in the First World and then, juxtaposing that plain fact, we cease to acknowledge the darkness, poverty, starvation and unsuitable living conditions in which people in the Third World have to endure.. They do not get a Christmas like we do..
Christmas is the time for heartbreaking Trócaire ads,
The time when decorations are put up by Dads.
Children are told stories of old.
Broken souls sit in the cold.
Big families arrange for big Christmas meals.
Dust cover young, chapped heels.
Santa and his reindeer fly across the sky.
When yet another hot season slowly passes by.
Christmas is a time when we all exchange gifts.
As just another angel lifts.
Choral chants assemble at front doors with sheets.
While the homeless continue to wander the streets.
The incandescence of lights fill our black,
When the darkest world still remains behind our back.
We receive the joys and the magic.
They only feel the tears and damage.
We have two worlds:
The First and the Third.
We live in the one with a Christmas..
But they live in the world that is still unheard.
12 - Dec - 2013
One thing about me is that I do like to take things into perspective. And, for that reason, in my opinion there are two sides to Christmas.. lights, presents and comfort in lives of luxury in the First World and then, juxtaposing that plain fact, we cease to acknowledge the darkness, poverty, starvation and unsuitable living conditions in which people in the Third World have to endure.. They do not get a Christmas like we do..
Christmas in the Dark
The time when decorations are put up by Dads.
Children are told stories of old.
Broken souls sit in the cold.
Big families arrange for big Christmas meals.
Dust cover young, chapped heels.
Santa and his reindeer fly across the sky.
When yet another hot season slowly passes by.
Christmas is a time when we all exchange gifts.
As just another angel lifts.
Choral chants assemble at front doors with sheets.
While the homeless continue to wander the streets.
The incandescence of lights fill our black,
When the darkest world still remains behind our back.
We receive the joys and the magic.
They only feel the tears and damage.
We have two worlds:
The First and the Third.
We live in the one with a Christmas..
But they live in the world that is still unheard.
12 - Dec - 2013
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