My bed is in a manger,
to the cold, I am no stranger.
I’m the shivering, aching poor,
a ‘thing’ that you deplore.
I am in good company.
You see, Jesus died for me.
He was poor and homeless too.
Didn’t he also die for you?
The truth just gets ignored,
while you buy the things you hoard.
At the mall, did you find a soul?
I doubt that was your goal.
With credit card in hand,
the world’s at your command.
You’ve got the means to buy,
all that glitters to catch your eye.
But what you need the most
is not on what you’ve overdosed.
The things that money cannot buy
and what merchants can’t supply,
is the essence of humanity
and love expressed, unconditionally.
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland
As the shopping season wraps up, people have no idea why we even celebrate this so-called ‘holiday’. When will you hoard what is important? When will you stand in lines that snake around the homeless, demanding housing? When will you trample on bullshit laws that are passed to take away our human rights? When will you stampede the offices of legislators who craft bills to harm the poorest of the poor? When will you stop selling your soul for all that a plastic card can buy? What do you do with all of the shit that you scream over and grab for in stores every single Christmas? Where is all of the shit that you bought last year? In your basement? In your closet? In your garage? Collecting dust? And so you need more worthless, fake shit to impress who or whom? Me? Your neighbor? Yourself? If you are a ‘christian’ is Jesus impressed? Never mind, I am talking to myself as you’re still at the mall buying last minute impressions.
Wigs knocked off, ass hanging out! That’s what it’s ALL about! This IS the ‘essence of humanity’!