A sad
Christmas©2019TonyFallon1126
An ox
in a stable, and a new born male
Safely inside from the wet, snow and hail
The warm breath of a lone cow, keeps him warm
While wise men follow a star, afar in the storm
Safely inside from the wet, snow and hail
The warm breath of a lone cow, keeps him warm
While wise men follow a star, afar in the storm
Born so humbly, in an animal's manger
No room at the Inn, for Joseph the stranger
No room at the Inn, for Joseph the stranger
The baby grew up, to
preach and to heal
"Peace on this earth”, was his one big appeal
"Peace on this earth”, was his one big appeal
Is two thousand years,
not enough to ask it?
Why is a young man's body, in a casket?
He may be white or black, brown or yellow
Rodriguez, Burton, Lee, Wong or Costello
Many brave men were lost in Vietnam
Too many more trying, to topple Saddam
Are those young men, fighting for high ideals?
Or dying for cheap gas, for big automobiles
Or are they just numbers, risking their necks
So old men in high places, can get big fat checks
Recruited and when trained, sent to do battle
No freer today, than Cesar's slave chattel
Soldiers supposed to follow, every order
Even if it means crossing, some other border
Why is a young man's body, in a casket?
He may be white or black, brown or yellow
Rodriguez, Burton, Lee, Wong or Costello
Many brave men were lost in Vietnam
Too many more trying, to topple Saddam
Are those young men, fighting for high ideals?
Or dying for cheap gas, for big automobiles
Or are they just numbers, risking their necks
So old men in high places, can get big fat checks
Recruited and when trained, sent to do battle
No freer today, than Cesar's slave chattel
Soldiers supposed to follow, every order
Even if it means crossing, some other border
The child in the manger,
though we'd be his disciples
Alas, the children he loves are shot down by rifles
It's as if his gentle message, was never conveyed
And of those who have heard it, few have obeyed
If we promote the bomb and gun, and keep them on hand
If you think it's OK to kill, then you don't understand
Many previous activists, now have a passive voice
And many everywhere, have no reason or season to rejoice
Alas, the children he loves are shot down by rifles
It's as if his gentle message, was never conveyed
And of those who have heard it, few have obeyed
If we promote the bomb and gun, and keep them on hand
If you think it's OK to kill, then you don't understand
Many previous activists, now have a passive voice
And many everywhere, have no reason or season to rejoice
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