Tis the Season
In this season of festive cheer,
as hours fade into the new year,
spare a thought for those who live in fear,
who have no one to wipe away their tear.
Think of the children in this season of joy,
girls and boys without a single toy.
Their joy is just a day of peace,
when the bombs finally cease.
When you sit there comfortable and warm,
Think of the homeless struggling in the storm.
Why is it so difficult to understand,
for them this is no winter wonderland.
Some are alone in a nursing home,
Waiting for a loved one to phone
Or watching their door
Hoping it will open once more.
Touch the hearts of those lonesome tonight,
simple gestures will fill them with delight.
Remind an orphan to keep faith in life,
give them hope when struggles are rife.
With compassion, bombs will remain silent,
tongues must speak against those who are violent.
Only love can dilute streams of hate,
reach out to those in pain, to change their fate.
By: Silent One in collaboration with Carole Duet
23 December 2017
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