Humanity on Holiday

​Humanity on Holiday
How happy, how joyful, how Merry
can we be while 
millions struggle 
to stay warm, to eat, 
facing a 
madman’s murderous missiles,
and those who abide by his rule.
We go on, while they shiver
We have coffee and breakfast in our robes
They left their robes behind
We sip our drinks by the fire and look at our tree
They scavenge for food and blankets 
and live underground, so far from free.
Their children cold and hungry,
while ours open their presents
and sip hot chocolate.
Humanity on Holiday 
How happy, how positive, how encouraged can we be while 
the Traitor still walks free,
lunching with Goebbels, 
and the black white motherfucker
who lost his shit
somewhere between
art 
and a small, dark place.
Humanity on Holiday
How happy, how satisfied,
how enriched can we feel while
white men come home alive,
And too many black men 
never come home again,
dispatched 
by Peacekeepers, 
trained to close their ears,
demand compliance while
beating a brother,
killing one after another 
Humanity on Holiday
How happy, how hopeful,
​how enlightened can we be
while mothers in tears,
are turned away and
hand their babies 
across the border, 
desperate to save them
from starvation, 
torture, 
rape 
and murder
and giving them 
a chance at salvation
a chance to survive.
Humanity on Holiday