F—ked Up Season
By: Santa Fee
The church bells ringing call the faithful
Won’t you come and gather one and all
Not the dirty wino outside on the sidewalk
Clutching tossed pennies where they fall
Christmas carols somewhere playing
A lost teenager sobs dejected tears
Covering bruises with dime store makeup
To work the streets cause no one cares
Junkie shakes and shivers on his way
Past plastic baby Jesus on the lawn
They found him poisoned from a needle
Beneath a Christmas tree at early dawn
Santa’s parade rode through Main Street
Some paid token pittance to the poor
While the politicians are much too busy
Don’t poor people know that there’s a war
Homeless veteran rides his wheel-chair
Wears a dirty Santa hat upon his head
On his chest old medals are his ornaments
Wishing now like lost comrades he were dead
Hungry cry the children in a heatless tenement
Seemingly echo the church bell’s dying note
A desperate father lies beside a smoking gun
Merry Christmas are the final words he wrote
Sheila
I felt the tears as I read. You know that not my norm. You left me with a much further reach of truth.
Lisa
Much to ponder or act upon as one can only do. Ty Santa Fee xx
Cherrypie
Be always safe,
Karen
Blessings and love,
Susan
& my visits to the VA hospital in Milwaukee
where the quad/para(s) spend their holidays or
even years & more...(fortunate by some means of it all to have nursing staff & shelter & food)
I still feel ashamed somehow...
When ones life seems so terrible
or strife so undefeatable we all should really
still count the continuums of our blessings
& Love being the foundation for all of it...
Much Love & Blessings Fee
Vickie
I thank God for a warm place and food on my table this Christmas.
~W~
It is only more evident how many people are truly not living well.
Your poem is a sad reality check.
Hope your days and nights are calm and peaceful. Much peace, love, and light, dear Santa Fee, you just care so much!
Amber
Anna
But, there are people who understand and though they cannot offer money or a physical hug - they are there for you nonetheless. People who think of you, pray for you, and invite you in to their virtual world. You see, Fee - you are in good company. Love you, Teresa
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Hugs, Kathy
But now I can clearly see- if there was grace of God- nobody would go there.
Some like to argue about choices and free will- but those you mention above had no choices- there are so many abused children- so many sick and infirm- disabled- forgotten human beings who have given themselves in selfless service.
I give my son freedoms- but I won't stand by and watch him suffer needlessly- or starve to death.
My only answer to any of this is that I can make a difference- as tiny as it may be- and I offer that up to whatever powers that be- with no expectations.
Goodness for reward is not goodness at all- so Heaven and Hell are meaningless attempts to control human behavior- but when I can make a difference- that tiny dent- Heaven seems to be my consequence.
This season can put a spot light on our fragile human condition, and people like you do know how to paint smiles on the faces of children.
All good wishes- Santa.
John
A sad bunch of words to point how the world didn't just lost its innocence but its compassion as well.
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( *tears!*
A wonderful way to remind people of how lucky they are.
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose