Ding dong in the distance
Heralds the Christmas morning.
The rich sing praises to God
In churches, gathered round
Banquets of stuffed turkey.
The homeless outside
Lift weary voices and cry:
"matches, who will buy?"
While the rich sing praises to God.
We're called to love each other!
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Drums and sands
Poesíalife through the eyes of an African child. Her transformations, her visions. Those things we can never 'unlive', sights we can't 'unsee', those things make us alive; US!
