As we say Merry Christmas,
they say remember us, please.
As we sip our cocktails and
hot spiced cider,
they drink only the rain
granted by a god who no
longer cares.
As we sing our carols of praise,
they whisper a lullaby
of forgotten times to
their doomed babies.
As we eat our feasts of plenty,
they have forgotten what
hunger even is.
As we hug our children
they say the good-byes to theirs.
As we welcome a new year
they resign to not live out the old one.
And Dylan was right, the “hard rain
is falling” but we have
the raincoats…..
for now.
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