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Christmas

 
the parish priest so elegantly white
looked across his congregation
dreaming of a white christmas
pining for the glaciers and the fjords

scrawny little brown people
looked at the adorned tree
they could buy food with that
they thought kneeling on rough cement

he taught them to praise the God
in white dress and curly golden hair
ask them for the coins they could spare
from this christmas celebration

we went home exhausted and hungry
afterwards had rice with salted fish.
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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Author's Note
Christmas in the past:  priests that looked well fed in their white garments, preaching in our tongue in an accent that killed the language. we gave our hard earned coins into their offering box. we went home and had rice with salted fish,
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