Christmas on the Streets of Johannesburg

Christmas on the Streets of Johannesburg

A Poem by The Devil's Own B***h

No snow, no Santa,

No joy in that little face.

No presents, no love,

Of Christmas, there is no trace.

 

Starvation, Famine,

Death all around.

No signs of God

In their world to be found.

 

No parents, no presents,

Nothing to hold.

No home, no beds,

They’re left out in the cold.

 

Destruction and havoc

Reels through their lives.

From a young age,

Survival depends on their knives.

 

No understanding of

Baby Jesus born in a manger.

No safe place for them -

All they know is the danger.

 

Hatred and insecurity

Leads them astray.

They were never taught

How to kneel and pray.

 

No mistletoe, no Christmas tree

Nothing to decorate.

No happiness, no excitement,

They were bred to hate.

 

Sadness, ignorance,

Naivety galore.

The festive season

Exists in this world no more.

 

No Heaven, no angels

No one for them to be.

Another Christ-less day

For all the world to see.

 

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel09December2008

 

© 2008 The Devil's Own B***h


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The Devil's Own B***h
The Devil's Own B***h

Roodepoort, South Africa



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My name is Josie and I am what people term 'weird'. I love my poetry; reading; writing; and being miserable. I know, that sounds odd, but misery is what I know and enjoy most in life. It's been a b.. more..

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