behold i scatter tidings of sweet, resounding joy
for unto the dread midst of the looming Texas night
dawns innocent transcendence in its life-affirming seed:
a wayfaring Divinity, a child from the east
bearing in her loving hands her priceless, open heart
to rectify our scarcity and slake our aching need.
"and lo! thine is the rose e'er blooming"
spake the angel to those who might heed.
"the scent of heaven is caressing the earth
and this is its worthy deed:
smite thy bombing abominations,
forswear the stifling of the slightest, frail reed.
renounce thy ridiculous fences,
lay down forever thy exceptional creed."
then she summoned the wrath of Jesus
collapsing the temples of corporate greed,
admonishing disciples that the devil's only sin
was forcing his own brethren to bleed.
and she said: "bring down the military monster.
sever every branch of the blood-soaked weed.
keep its noxious roots away from thy children.
render no ground for the bitter beast to breed.
arise from the media's conscripted nightmare,
all that pounding of fear by a guilt-ridden steed.
shut out its conquering anthem.
laugh off its protection, don't suffer it to feed.
shatter the myth of good versus evil,
eschew that vengeful, self-righteous screed.
for under the sun there can be no other,
it's for thy very souls that i urgently plead.
and all of the harm that ye seek to inflict
turns thy cells into hollow, haunted shells, indeed."
then the wrath and the angel departed,
and the child once again was a slender, fragile reed.
my eyes had been opened by the gift she offered.
a piece of her heart, a bright, resplendent bead
that forever awakened my senses
to recognise our family by its common, aching need.
behold i scatter tidings of sweet, resounding joy
that shall be unto ye a life-affirming seed.
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