As you place your presents underneath a dead tree,
forget about the homeless and their children who are hungry.
While you laugh and sing over brandy and champagne,
forget about the addicts that are strung out on crack cocaine.
When you visit friends and relatives to exchange your gifts,
forget about the tired workers that have worked two shifts.
Since you can’t be bothered to count one blessing,
forget about the prisoners that were tortured into confessing.
Whereas you are privileged and cocooned in your little world,
don’t listen to the prophecy that a messenger will herald.
Ignorance will no longer be bliss and neither will it shield,
all from what is coming and soon shall be revealed.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland