that Dad went to the attic
A Dusty box of decor
he brought down
Ancient silver papered
chocolate snowmen
And lantern lights,
an angel, and a clown
Decorations
still some had the pins in,
faded a bit, certainly thats
true
Every year they come down
from the attic
And when put up
they look as good as new
Dad comes back with the tree
Its green and lovely
Its needles smell so
much of country air
I will help to deck
the tree with tinsel
I love Christmas
its a good time to share
My Mum loves a chocolate
and Gin and Orange, she
Dad would have a
glass of Lemon Hart
and I would be
Opening my presents
Something Dad had made
an orange, and an apple
and some R Whites Lemonade
This happened to me once
Now I’m a grocer
I sell only organic food, and I
Source it from the Cooperatives
a little caring businesses
The individual Gal or even Guy
Their struggling
against the Corporations
Laundering their filth
on virgin soil
The pioneers
are falling by the wayside
Its enough to make a
blooming saints heart boil
In another few years
I will join my parents
Leave this world of arrogance
and pain
But I do remember
Christmas in a good light
And I hope and pray
that Peace prevails again
How sad I feel
for the new souls
we call children
Who must take up
the mantle we have left
A world of stark pollution,
is there a solution?
The poorest of the poor
are still bereft
Their children
still cannot afford mosquito nets
And so they suffer agony and pain
The richer folk would rather turn their heads away
And seek much cheaper prices
and more gain
That we now as a people
have to buy into
FAIR TRADE, see that finger
pointing back
At those of us
who support these Global Giants
Who exploit us all
with their sustained attack
We buy into their world
their world of additives
Polluting precious habitats
at will
We tie the death knot firmly to our shoulders
In hock to the banks
infact until
Almost we have no breath
left to fight them
And then we pass
onto another plain
It happened to me once
I saw an angel
In Mexico
she was working in the rain
Picking Peppers
over head I saw it
A Plane
gushing a silver noxious spray
An American was using
so much pesticide
And he sprayed
all of the workers
on that day
Children, and Grand Parents they were
Beautiful,
generous, and loving every one
They treated me with respect and with kindness
And didn’t understand what he had done
It happened to me once I saw an angel
She helped me when my legs were tired and worn
She had come from Canberra, originally from Quito
Ecuador the place she had been born
There are these angels everywhere and we should
Be inspired by what they choose to do
We have a wondrous planet full of miracles
So go out and be Angels all of you
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