The Missing Manger
The Missing Manger
The snow was whirling as they
passed the Church.
The boy, only six, asked his
mother,
"Where is the manger?"
How could she tell him what had
passed?
That the world decided Jesus was
a useless human being, alas!
The government decided it so!
That man who died on Calvary,
so very long ago, just had to go.
His name, forbidden now is
songs.
Stores forbidden to say Merry
Christmas- because His name
was in it?
How to tell him Rudolph was
perfectly alright?
But a manger was a politically
incorrect sight.
That man who died for humanity,
alas!
Replaced by a reindeer with a
flashing red nose of glass?
Her tears became icy rivulets on
her torn, sad face.
Asking herself, how did I ever let
this happen~I am a disgrace!
November 24, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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