Today is the day when . . .
Today is the day when the fools give us gifts.
Not wrapped in paper
All gaudy and bright
But in messages complex that we need to sift
To find the inclusion
To find what is right.
Today is the day when the fools give us gifts.
Those who sit in judgement on us
So clearly believe
That their right to control is inherent
And rooted in the privilege
And accident of birth.
Those who hold the reins of power
So clearly believe
That their need for control Is inalienable
And rooted deep,
Deep in their privilege and
The accident of their birth.
So, when we wake on the festival morn,
Excited and expectant with joy newly born,
What will we find 'neath the tree of life,
What presents are there for the wise?
Will we find freedom?
The end of all wars?
Hope for our planet?
The key to the door
That opens onto a world brand new?
But we must not forget that the fools are giving the gifts
And that our lives are their own to control or deny.
We must not forget to take off our caps as the gentry ride by
And to obey all the rules and to keep off the grass.
My wish for us all is the ending of fools,
The capsizing of government and the bending of rules.
My wish is for a world where none know hunger
And few no pain,
Where work is for welfare
And never for gain.
Today is the day when the fools give us gifts
Of empty boxes and dead flowers.
(c) 2ndwitch, 07/04/19
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