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One in Nine
It's the run up to Xmas
and I'm feeling quite lame
the world's running wild
but my baubles look tame
If Santa is watching
I'm sure he's nonplussed
by my total disdain
and the absence of fuss
The advert screen's vicious
how they tempt us to spend
lauding ungodly values
no Christ could defend
Mounds of leftover turkey
getting thrown in the bin
seems a capital crime
the ultimate sin
The way greed has grown
only lets our souls down
if we all helped a little
there'd be loads to go round
So I won't buy a present
and I shant send a card
I just can't celebrate
while there's millions
who starve
Published 5th Dec 2016
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5th Dec 2016 7:48pm
Solid write and content. In all honestly I have felt the same way. Especially about buying cards - bloody things run a good $5.00 now.
Or cups of coffee from Starbucks, or any of the numerous things that are unnecessary for us to survive.
For Christmas I tell my family instead of spending on me, to purchase what they need and then tell me what I got them. With the exception of my grandson, I give family prints or canvases of photos I've taken of them throughout the year. In such an electronic world those barely exist any longer.
I have a few distant friends I mail parcels to; however those are typically filled with indigenous or locally made gifts, or spiritual paraphernalia that I feel will help them somehow.
I wish we could all rethink this season, and the giving could alter the paradigm from commercialism to personal needs above our own.
Or cups of coffee from Starbucks, or any of the numerous things that are unnecessary for us to survive.
For Christmas I tell my family instead of spending on me, to purchase what they need and then tell me what I got them. With the exception of my grandson, I give family prints or canvases of photos I've taken of them throughout the year. In such an electronic world those barely exist any longer.
I have a few distant friends I mail parcels to; however those are typically filled with indigenous or locally made gifts, or spiritual paraphernalia that I feel will help them somehow.
I wish we could all rethink this season, and the giving could alter the paradigm from commercialism to personal needs above our own.
5th Dec 2016 8:51pm
