Christmas Rebels

Christmas Rebels It was about a weak After that night walk The unknown dangers, Made known, turned me weak, I was managing myself, After my heart was pulled, From where it sank, I was yet in the oven, Of my haven, To dry up the coldness, And the wetness, Of that fearful night loneliness, Today is Christmas, The whole mass, Was joyous, Every home, glorious, Meat was plenteous, Rice and beans. Was every homes means, Children bouncing in, New goat skin jackets, Mother’s dressed in costly Beads and all the way, Father leads. For Christmas had taking over, Taking over the African Shrine, It supplied a joyous sunshine. Our pockets were full of cowries, Like a goldmine, Happiness was mine, For the usual war seemed To be hidden, and our teethes where like, “Forever opened”. Oh! Joyful, blissful, plentiful Christmas. Providing joy each time it surface, But joy has a slender waist that breaks so soon. Christmas night came, so we visited Our beds as night rang it’s bell, (To be continued in the next, same Poem).