Nativity Scenes Unseen

A baby's born in Bethlehem.
It's cold as hell. His father's
Gone. His mother can't afford
A room, so she and he are in
A manger, sleeping under cloaks
And blankets on a dirty bed
Of straw. There's nothing here
That can't be seen in any city,
Even now, but we will celebrate
This baby, feast and give each
Other gifts, and, laughing, warm
Inside our homes, ignore those
Other kids.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-12-25 at 14:21

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