Oh Come All Ye Faithful
Somewhere tucked away in a Bethlehem hostel
Little Salam sleeps to the sound of the river Jordan
Unaware of the narrative of two thousand years
Or some glorious eternity still waiting to happen
Tucked into nappies donated by the United Nations
Who cannot make up their mind which peace to break
Some say it is Christmas while others call it a mess
Birthed under battle drums he clutches what is
Three kings fight over the baby with the conviction
That there is only one God and he bears the crown
Of thorny wreaths engulfed by wrath and despair
Writhing like a heap of maggots ready for the kill
I wonder whether once machine guns are silenced
And there are no more innocent bodies to splatter
If someone can find a rusty nail to seal his coffin
Or there might be some wood left for a tiny cross
But all will not be lost on the time sheet of doom
Surely he can find another explosion to lift him
Of course cremation is strictly forbidden in Islam
But who gives a damn about incineration and ashes
There will be no grave perpendicular to Mecca
And to add insult to injury of shrapnel and guts
Elsewhere little reindeer will slide down a chimney
Holocaust is better consigned to the margins of faith
12th December 2019
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2019
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