a time called noel

A time called Noel 

It is a cold morning, soon it will Christmas
and people of good-will are going out in the night
to feed the poor, the homeless and other  
victims, of our capitalist system.
Glowing in goodness, they think not the poor
need shelter and food every day.
The traffic in downtown Cascais was intense on roads
not built for this onslaught, we ended up at 
the biggest supermarket the one that sells to among
other useless shit, plastic bicycles
Millions of these bikes toys end up in the ocean 
and it is a fair bet fish don`t use them, I rather
see an ocean of wisely used condoms.
The supermarket was so full I panicked had to run
to my car, waited until my wife rang she had
a trolley full of stuff, but luckily no bike.
I got a fire- engine for Christmas as a child, it had
wooden wheels that soon fell off, I lost interest.
I think it ended up in the wood fire so one can say
it was useful to the end.

◄ India

long for the sea ►

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lisa donohoe

Sat 5th Jan 2019 14:10

I really liked this piece jan. Well done 😃

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