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Soul's Spear

Updated on December 11, 2011

The candy cane print wrapping paper lines

The inside of my empty “Christmas” soul

Cries out for salvation and infamy from

The bells that ring outside every store

And in every heart, fibers know the truth

Pulses palpitate with honesty and

The jolliness of the season that brings

A leaden spear into the soul

Speaking the truth doesn’t always bring

The season, but justice knows no holiday

Its just as blind as her sister who forgot

About the camaraderie that made her iconic

Her absence beats a chord within the

hearts of many who like “Little Drummer Boy”

Brrr, rump, pa, bump

Hear her in every heartbeat, every footstep, every sigh

The sighs have no defense against the beat

But the truth doth

Portray itself in every child’s breath and cough

Brr, rump, pa, bump

When Jesus calls me

I’ll tell him I told the truth

Which is more than I can say

For most of his little drummers.

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      Charlie 5 years ago from Scotland

      Nice poem, thanks for sharing :)

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