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.