Baby Jesus
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They had to run
hide in the brushes
of the Syrian country side
rains showered from above
no child should ever be hunted, abused
migrants on the run
they had no band
to champion a cause
rulers saw only weakness
unknowing the plans from the almighty
the comedy of tyrants and drunks
one drinks the other profits
from his followers
children though shiver and run
the lion roars
evil though is very devious
with smiles and vile chords
do not be green
with envy
the majestic plans of the universe
bears shall dance in the Finnish forests
humanity is fragile
one day
there will be no Trumpets
only the laughter of children at play
oh baby Jesus
will we see that day
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2020
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