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In hope of a miracle
It is no exaggeration to admit the world is
In trouble, over-populated, over-stretched,
Too many mouths to feed, too little food,
Not enough clean energy, daily price rises,
On top of which, global warming, plus the
Increasing unrest between superpowers.
There is no need of an oracle to alert us to
Danger knocking on our door. 24 hour rolling
News, our endless feed of blow-by-blow war,
Tragedy, death, and wanton destruction, a
Daily diet via BBC, CBS, Sky etc keeps us all
Well abreast of world events. How could we
Not know what’s going on under the thinly
Disguised title of ‘Special Operation,’ better
Known around the world as mass murder.
How could we not know what may be coming
Our way and wonder when it all might stop.
Not a great thought for Yuletide but if we
Fail to recognise the world for what it is,
What hope have we of making it a better
Place? Good and Evil exist side by side
On our divided planet and each day that
passes we witness despicable cts of truly
Biblical proportion; we don’t live in those
Times, thus our perspective is different, but
Bible times or present times, it does nothing
To combat the horrors presently raining down
On on the innocent people of Ukraine.
If we lived in closer proximity we might hear
The daily barrage set to destroy a country
Ad its people upon whom a bitter winter rests.
Oh, the holiday season, materialism crossing
Christ out of Christmas, whether one believes
Or not, surely the point was hope, no room
For that though at the busy cash registers of
Heap big wampum.
Yet, who can escape the howls of pain from
Afar, nor the thought of children huddled
Together in sub-zero temperature hoping the
Next strike will miss the cellar in which they
Hide; but then, how to respond beyond the
Delivery of more bombs and bullets, sent with
A prayer that one day Ukraine will be
Meanwhile, the world waits in hope of a
Miracle, a miracle that waits upon the birth
Of hero thinking, hero determination, the
Kind of wisdom able to calm things down,
Halt the killing and put an end to this phony
Finally, by what right does one man have the
Right to rest easy in his warm, well lit, well fed
Palace sipping vodka whilst congratulating
Himself over the deaths and mutilation of
Countless woman, children and their men?
What was it? power corrupts and absolute
Power corrupts absolutely.
© Joseph G Dawson