Black Christmas
Black Christmas
Black Christmas, is not a time with little children hanging out their stockings
Or about Santa coming down the chimney pot and delivering presents
Nor Rudolph and the reindeers pulling Santa's sled it goes deeper than that
To the darker side of Christmas, it is a story of the homeless and poverty stricken
The people who have nothing to look forward to at Christmas time, no Santa,
A time were young and old people can't take life any more and tell themselves
It is time to move on to another world and they commit suicide as their only release
Yes this is society today, which was created by Governments and very rich people
Who are really serving the Devil, by being selfish and greedy and turning their backs
On society, they forever increase charges on bills and utility services, making people
Go without electricity to cook with, and foreclosing mortgages on people's houses
Leaving families homeless and destitute, young woman, men and children are living
On sidewalks, railway stations and park benches, with no real place to live.
Yes this is Christmas, Black Christmas we are now experiencing, so no matter were
You live there is no escape from this sub standard way of life for these people.
The rich enjoy their life and could not care less as the governments grease their palms
for re-election pledges as they both support each other for the better life ahead.
While they are having a turkey banquet, some poor soul is freezing to death
That have very little clothing or a place to keep warm, yes this is indeed a Black Christmas.
Copyright © John Ginesi | Year Posted 2013
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