The Rift of Sacredness
When Christ was born
when souls were saved
is it that date
I meditate!
A trampoline of hesitate
all up and down
acoustics rate
consumerism runs irate!
The children whisper
"don't be late"
It's still the please zone
in rebate!
As rhyme to rhyme
configurate
the need for joy within
ones state!
So sorry, I commiserate
go out and just
do celebrate
we're fools for action's remonstrate!
and still commune . . . . and complicate!
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