The Eve was a scarecrow of leaves
Pushing hurtful carols through monstrous throats of uncertainties
Blood on white background, garnishing taunting bodies
Whose teeth in laughter are marks of cannibalism
Battling hurts on unfair stages
Oh Tearstained Holy Night!
A birth garnished by sadness!
Foods of fear sit on plates of impending years
Burning wines acting acid in unvisited throats!
Who knew there were murderous punches in fists of Boxing Days?
I feel them so hard
Breaking in teeth of faith
Punching cuts on the face of hope
Hitting below belts of annoyance
Oh this Christmasless Christmas!
Poor lenses on these sore eyes!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 26, 2018

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