Blurry Merry
That time is here again,
When Santa in red and rides on his sleigh,
Laden with gifts and merry,
But none for me.
I'll still be here, watching the sun rise,
I'll watch the dew dry along with my lips,
Lips sealed with days of tasteless hunger and want,
It will be a normal day again.
I'll see on telly at eve, not ours of course,
Glamour untold, queues in malls and smoke in joints,
Bins will be full of half eaten hips and untouched chips,
Children of the rich will laugh through windows,
Yet, I'll laugh at their father's hustle come Jan,
I'll still be here, cheek in palm, building air castles.
I'll pass by the church,
Carols and happy smiles all around,
The preacher will say,
He who was born came for the less fortunate,
He will tell them to help us on that day,
He will tell them to spread the joy,
Yet,
The flock will skip into the wild,
They'll merry with their class and fill media with glamour,
They'll laugh at their blessings and blame the government for our presense,
They'll sleep late and forget the reason for the season,
I'll still be here,
Half blind eyes with blurry visions of merry,
I'll draw in dust, to me and myself,
A lit Christmas tree and a pair of bells,
Maybe they'll wake me up to a brighter tomorrow.
When Santa in red and rides on his sleigh,
Laden with gifts and merry,
But none for me.
I'll still be here, watching the sun rise,
I'll watch the dew dry along with my lips,
Lips sealed with days of tasteless hunger and want,
It will be a normal day again.
I'll see on telly at eve, not ours of course,
Glamour untold, queues in malls and smoke in joints,
Bins will be full of half eaten hips and untouched chips,
Children of the rich will laugh through windows,
Yet, I'll laugh at their father's hustle come Jan,
I'll still be here, cheek in palm, building air castles.
I'll pass by the church,
Carols and happy smiles all around,
The preacher will say,
He who was born came for the less fortunate,
He will tell them to help us on that day,
He will tell them to spread the joy,
Yet,
The flock will skip into the wild,
They'll merry with their class and fill media with glamour,
They'll laugh at their blessings and blame the government for our presense,
They'll sleep late and forget the reason for the season,
I'll still be here,
Half blind eyes with blurry visions of merry,
I'll draw in dust, to me and myself,
A lit Christmas tree and a pair of bells,
Maybe they'll wake me up to a brighter tomorrow.
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