666 of Boxing Day
Around 29AD, a saviour claimed eternity as a light of future hope,
Recorded or foretold, accepted or rejected, he left a message that stretched,
Across the pages of all mankind, throughout all time, resurrected but neglected,
Simple message of loving each other, each human brother of different mothers,
His birth celebrated as the Christmas story, fading modern memory of God's glory,
Followed here today, by man's invented mystery that holds sway, Boxing day.
England, this Christmas, the country seeks to sever European bonds, held so long,
Whilst in America, a ranting man boxing clever, twitters about his endeavours,
Raising prospects of egotistical vanity, leading more global warming and calamity,
So men can profit from tides of oil, toiling out of national soils,
Whilst what was former seen as wrong, becomes a celebration of nuclear guns,
The six sided scissor of international escalation, celebrating Boxing day.
The United Nations finally gains a hairy chest, beating, in protest,
At Israels long term creeping infiltration of the Palestinian 'situation',
Something happening for so long, that they struggle to see the wrong,
Whilst Indian 'Agni' flies into the sky, creating international surprise,
Nuclear proliferation, whose celebration pressures China's order,
Boxing day fissions claiming protection of national borders.
The dragons tail thats been shaken hard by the Trump card,
Sends Liaoning carrying bristles close to Taiwans missiles,
Tensions increase in that vicinity, a Sushi of Japanese intrigue,
Cupped upon Korea's compass of doubts, both North and South,
Such that as before, we have ingredients of Castro and Kennedy,
Bringing us boxing clever towards the edge of ultimate war.
Underpinning divestment of all vestments of peace,
Social movements, 'ism' of fascism and rascal hatred,
A racoon of burglarised surprise, its clear demarkation, greyed doubt,
Chanting hatred, ranting hatred, all bought broth bubbling up,
The gloop of human kindness, now dunked into the bread of misery,
Upon our streets, Boxing day feet, urinated upon as sub human.
Will we now move onwards, sideways, lie ways, hate ways,
Bywords for the absurd consumer driven derision that hosts moguls,
Upon hard petards of media flagged standards, we back as we lack,
Entering a dark period, all nights see Northern lights of mans making,
With earth shattering shaking, despoiling our soils, claiming ownership,
Of this rented Boxing day, saying we won the sixth of Revelation?
@Andrew Carnegie
Copyright © Andrew Carnegie | Year Posted 2016
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