Where?

Mild is the night
Where the stars scrape the sky
Snow’s not falling
As Christmas cards gone by

Tinsel lies crushed
Upon the sodden streets
In the town square
A fallen angel weeps

Where is the peace
When hatred cries so loud
Among merry men
Who dance upon the cloud?

Where is the dream
We look for in this night?
In a child’s eyes
With innocence and light.

 

(Just up early boiling the sprouts – Merry Christmas) 🤶

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