Holidays

October 29, 2017

They are saying It’s Christmas

The bells are all a’ringing,

But somewhere, deep inside

Someone’s not singing

The beds may be made,

full of joy and of care

But a little girl’s still crying

Since her idol’s not there

We’ve all lost a lot

This year, of 16,

It comes back in waves

Of hate speech on the TV screen

Good people we’ve lost

Happy people, those down in the dopes

Those who were cared for

And with them our hopes

We’ve resigned to a world

Not nearly so nice

Of hate and of fear

Timid people like mice

But the worst thing of all

Is those we can’t forget

The girl from The Voice

And a Snape-like onset

So in the corner of the room,

Head between her legs

That little girl’s still crying

The older one is sipping the dregs

Christmas reminds us

Of all that we’ve lost

That we’ve given up

And in the wind tossed

So this upcoming year

Make it better and shine

Let People Know they matter

Whether in person or online

In the end, in 2017

We will lose more, it’s true

But the worst part of all

Is if you’re dishonest to you.

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