Little homestead of five,
Sitting room of toilet size;
Same or even less furnished.
Brought closer, not by thrill;
But by the emotions they feel.
Of hope; that this guest may be different.
The last one took their mum,
Just like his predecessor took her man.
There’s a feast to usher in the guest;
Bread, not crumbs for lunch, though still not buttered
Tea, colored white for milk and a little sugar.
A few days ago, a king did come;
And it’s their hope that He does make His Kingdom come
Upon them in this New Year!
Otero is bellowing into his phone;
He’s shaking, struggling to keep his calm
His mistress, beautiful as day break;
may be equally thin
Watches as he tries to shout the phone dead
The leaks are out; so Otero is told
The cigars, the Lewinskys and the bloody money have all been to the public told
Otero wipes his bald
He calls to a higher power than the C.I.A for redemption from this cold
Otero big belly, big money won’t have champagne
He’ll need a little more sobriety to sail through this ill campaign
His stress and disgrace he must so embrace
Redemption extraordinaire is all Otero wishes for
He too heard that a certain King did come
And it’s this King who sets all calm
If it does please; in all His might; this king,
Then, May His kingdom come!
A soldier lost his life;
A politician had a toast to that; for the war was won
A man lost his wife;
The doc drunk to that; because the hospital had its fewest deaths in a decade last year
In hearts and huts the prayers be;
More bread at tables;
Less white and more milk;
A school and a road too should be;
So one or so of the five will proclaim to bless this year.
More health, more wealth;
So none should whine
A blessing should be;
For I just ran short of ink,
Happy New Year and May His kingdom come
Upon all ye for whom He’s come!
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