Man’s cruse upon this world,
pain then sorrow those stolen tomorrows.
Who will heed the calls with kindness,
screams before death that’s life on consignment.
The mood continues in an up-roaring swell,
lies we will tell our kids while we sing jingle bell;
war kills! the weak pay the bill truth! remains concealed.
A powerful few directs us all, no point of return before the fall,
lacking winter coats on the battlefield;
death’s embrace to the bone in the winter’s chill.
The Star of David’s light! now shining bright,
mother’s tears & fear please stack the bodies tight;
all together now let’s sing Silent Night.
So Come all Ye’ faithful who can be grateful,
the burn of the hateful, truth no longer faithful;
let’s all gather! War and murder its Christmas together.
“In tribute to the people of Ukraine let the world bare its shame”
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