What Christmas Time Means To Me

Bit of a rant.

'Tis the time

Of good will

To all men.

Where

For one day

We reach out

With our hearts

And wallets.

And yet

So much hatred

Still exist

For various reasons

During the other days

Of the year.

Crippling people

In ways

Not visible

To the naked eye.

As people

Pat themselves

On their backs

For their acts of charity.

While

A child or woman dies

Down the street

From the lack

Of daily necessities.

Blaming the victim's fate

Upon their poor choices

When none exist

Except death or survival.

Go ahead

Get yourself drunk

On your self-righteousness

And moral superiority.

Just don't ask me

To attend your party

As I will be huddling

Among those

Who are left

In the dark.