A Christmas rose blooms bright, blood-red

It’s still living, but we’re all dead

Christmas lights shine, as they did before,

But why’s my heart sinking? Shouldn’t it soar?

Where is the hope, the peace, and the joy?

Where families unite, and children play with their toys?

Something is missing here, something I can’t name

Christmas isn’t special. It’s just part of the Game.

The world is topsy-turvey, everything’s inside-out

TV, radio, paper — everyone clamours and shouts

Screaming, yelling, crying, but no one hears their pain

There’s no one left to care, is there? We’re caught up in the Game.


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