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My Christmas rant

Christmas
The reflection of the life of the saviour


What do we savour?
A subconscious trend to celebrate
Merry and have fun!
Like an hereditary disposition
With the instinctive drive to enjoy the season
It becomes just another festival
When its purpose becomes trivial
With little advocacy for pious living
And reprieve for the weak

The world is filled with negative vibes
A conflagration of irrational acts
Wickedness in high places
War and strife
Every 52 weeks, Christ celebrations comes...
After the buzz
hostilities resume

Why the hypocrisy?

Our world is ruled by thieves and despots
Criminals in big places
Scammers of the word
Scammers in the world

They hold our freewill
With starvation and famine
For whence comes the talk
an empty stomach cannot agitate
Why do we jubilate the birth
Of this man
Whose ideologies negate what we do?

I won't be part of this hypocrisy
Where our hearts are filthy
Our country's burning sun nothing but a shadow
Gnawed by a nameless suffering

This Christmas
I won't merry!
I would pray for the weak
To rise
The subjugated to be free
Pray that the famine in the land dissapear
Peace and tranquility reappear
Advocate love for one another.

This is my Christmas!

Ayoola Gem Fash

Comments

  1. Thank you for antagonising religious mediocrity

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  2. Wow.
    Can I be part of this team

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    1. You can but you are anonymous.
      Kindly reveal your identity and tell us why you think you need to be part of the team

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