Grey December

by Neil Donnelly

Grey December, heart and soul

leafless trees on the road not taken,

that man in doorway with a begging bowl,

oh Lord, why is he forsaken!

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In the guise of fake philanthropy

we plunder out the earth’s resources,

to gain that brand new shiny Chinese trophy

we sit before a screen and follow courses.

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Love is strange and life is cruel

to hate and kill is so absurd,

there is no fire without a fuel,

she never used an evil word.

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There was a time before the disarrayed,

before famine and the neighbor’s plunder,

the singer sang, the fiddler played

and dancing loud as thunder.

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All men shall be equal

but some men more than others,

though most of us are useful,

all men need their mothers.