Last Christmas

💥Last Christmas💥

Midnight

Twelve minutes past

It's raining

Cold

The streets are quiet

As they have been for months

Except for the rare passing through

Occasionally there is a gunshot

Some bored somebody

Trying to alleviate the boredom

Of this Corona-captured world

Perhaps even shooting to rid themselves 

Of the once loved being

They can no longer tolerate

Due to forced, continual intimacy

Sad, really

Really sad what the world has become

Close distance romances

Have become long distanced now

And long distance loves never last

Love is being edited out of our vocabularies

And forced into extinction

Everyone has become Democrats or Republicans

Who hate one another

Intent only on winning the battle

And losing the war

I can't remember the last time

I heard children playing

Or running through the neighborhood, laughing

They are growing up chained to a computer,

Glazed-eyed in front of a screen

They don't know how to jump rope

Or play tag

They know something is very wrong

But they don't know what it is

And they are only allowed to ask pre-scripted questions

Groceries are being delivered now by strangers

And you are glad to get food you didn't pick out yourself

But what do you eat when the savings run out?

And when you die behind your shuttered windows,

Who will know?

My neighbor across the street lay there for a week

Before a family member ventured to visit

It broke my heart

I felt guilty but I didn't know

I didn't know anyone visited anymore

I didn't even know when they took him away

Or that he was gone

Until his daughter that I didn't know he had

Put a For Sale sign on his house

We are not neighbors anymore, here

Just spies and covid- tracers and Nazis in training

Dear God!

Is it really Christmas???

I see no colorful lights, hear no jingle bells, no carols

It is definitely Not 

"The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year" this year

It's a year everyone is praying to end as quickly as possible

Knowing in our hearts that 2021 is going to be even worse

I'm not prophesying, merely making observations

2021 is the year 1984 was supposed to be but was delayed

We've been lulled back to sleep by the glow of our cell phones

And don't even hear the jack boots starting to march

And the cold de-humanized soldiers chomping at their bits

To begin the merciless fray they were designed for:

Order out of chaos

Death out of life

Life remade over in another God's image

Dear God!

Do You see what they are doing to this world?

Your world, Your Pride and Joy

It's becoming unrecognizable

I lay here, barely able to breathe,

Tears in my eyes, listening to the rain falling

On this cold December night, alone

And I wonder where I'll be next winter

Or if I'll be here

And I miss the madness and hustle and bustle

And fights and quarrels

And giving of gifts and disappointments and hurts

And fun and feasts and family and friends

That a year ago I took so for granted!

And I wish I could just experience again a little taste

Of what I had last Christmas......

God, help us!

©by Voo Shining Stone

Dec 14, 2020

12:46 a.m.