Here is a small poem for the children who were mercilessly deprived of a life this Christmas season.
Long time ago in Bethlemen
Mary’s boy child was born
Across my border
a child sees his last morn
Should I celebrate christmas this season
while killing of children happened with weird reason
Dear Jesus you are born each year
A family shivers with fear
Out comes Rudolph the red nosed reindeer
A father struggles to hold back a tear
Santa’s sled flies across the world
A mother grieves lying in bed curled
Christmas color is red
The school’s floor shows the blood while your children lay dead
I look for signs of your divine presense
because nothing your messengers say makes sense
Why did thou disappear
with what reason do you sneer
Oh God you cut your child’s tow
and left this place long ago.
Today a child sings Jingle bells
Not knowing that nearby death dwells.