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Street Psalm

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Snow is falling & Christmas trees are unnaturally bright.
Colorful trinkets will take the night.

Loads of people walking the streets blindly, confused as if in a dream.
For those this time is as sweet as a cream.

They push each other searching for meaningless things.
Telling their children that Santa presents brings.

Sharp teeth in healthy jaws shine in anger.
Cursing others in the city centre.

They wish for others a merry Christmas.
If they could they would suffocate you with gas.

Fat and sour, warmly clothed but cold.
Deviated priests have them entirely controlled.

Symbolic religion took over the shops.
Longer work hours for the cops.

More, much more food and drinks not forgetting about random needs.
Some crazy girl in the middle of winter an ice cream licks.

In radio an announce 'donate your money on this n' that' a silly show.
Neighbors act nice, they even bow.

There he is a man freezing on the holiday.
He walks slowly watching his steps on his usual way.

Hungry, dirty, sad, people split thorns at his face.
Running in circles in the name of Jesus making a race.

One patch covering another, graying ruffled hairs.
No one blinks at that, nobody cares.

Light reflects from the icicles hanging from his beard.
Strong in loneliness, rich pigs think it's weird.

Delicate as a glass, not only the body, also crying eyes.
Left to starve, help won't come, however this person is wise.

Near someone's home in the dumpster full of  treats.
Politics delight chubby mugs with big pieces of meat.

Homeless male looks for a meal.
Heart beats fast all what he has is will.

Deep down he drowns to find a piece of rotting bread.
The leftovers which were found are great.

So happy this day was, finally the stomach shall be suited.
Hungry guts are going to be muted.

Small doggy, his only friend, waits until his master gives half of fish.
Waving its tail the tyke informs that he'll eat the dish.

In the news some commenter with the same flat tones.
Says about 'sewer people' turning into snowy cones.

Was it you, my mate?
The one I saw, sadly never met?
Old piece.
An event in winter few years ago inspired this.

This work © me.
© 2011 - 2024 JestemBazyliszkiem
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