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1 a single mum
standing
resting in all she’s got
about
to deliver god
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2 a motley crew
of
farmers scratching a living
with
what the climate’s giving
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3 a Christmas tree
blasted
at the root in shock
will
form an execution block
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4 reflects the scores
of
faces peering at every angle
glimpses
as of living angels
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5 they keep alive
their
patients burnt and shot
doctors
overtime where bombs are hot
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6 the gifts a mix
gold
of dignity, incense sweet spread
and
myrrh speaking for the dead
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7 asking for heaven
amidst
the mindless desolation
the
lost meanings of their nation
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8 is not too late
a
child in his out of the way place
teaching
to all available space
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9 equine and bovine
watching
with their seeming sadness
the
child graced midst all this madness
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10 the hired men
who
carry out the infant killing
the
hard men at herod’s willing
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11 a queue uneven
of
displaced persons refugees
and
others now with unheard pleas
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12 the shelves and shelves
of
self-satisfied Santa sales
megastores’
only holy grail
