New holiday
The holidays are here; it’s cold outside.
The joy is spreading, no need to hide.
Moms baking cookies, Santa’s drinking
milk.
The holidays are easy always smooth as
silk.
Cold air outside and smiles around the
fire.
The holidays are joyful; we never tire.
But I can’t help but think that something
isn’t right.
One day of peace and hope, a day without
fright.
Where is the bloodshed? Where is the
hate?
Where is the lonely man forced to
masturbate?
It seems superficial, fake, and a ruse.
One night with love on the news.
Why don’t we kill each other? Why don’t
we complain?
One night a year without crashing planes.
The Jews suing the Christians, over a
stupid tree.
An entire movie about rent and fees.
An entire day we forget our plight.
I can’t accept it, no it isn’t right.
Like America after nine eleven;
A country united over angels now in
heaven.
How can we forget our differences and our
most dire pain?
The blank white peace
drives me insane.
Why not a new holiday?
Blood for snow?
Why not a time where
life really blows?
The falling snow is
eerie, so calm and serene.
It blankets the world in
a pure white scene.
The snow covers any
hasty tracks
Leaving the dead to
freeze and killers to attack.
The color of the blood
on the new fallen snow
Like a Rorschach of
death in a crimson glow.
Why can’t we have a new
holiday full of sadness and dread?
Where children lie
screaming underneath their beds.
A new holiday for the
blind and the lost.
Fallen souls reaping
their costs.
A new day for death and
desire,
Where pain and suffering
never tires.
This new holiday. Call
it the herald of broken harps.
Angels dead covered in
tattered torn tarps.
Why not shed some blood
on what we used to know?
Fuck some bitches and do
some blow?
This new holiday I
really adore.
No hope for innocence,
love deplored.
Men and women abroad
scream for mercy,
No light or hope will
they ever see.
This holiday of doom and
gloom; no compare.
The blood and lies
running through your hair.
Christmas is a
celebration of Christ’s great birth.
Capitalism and greed is
what its worth.
What was once a time for
love and peace,
Has become a world of
reckless greed.
A new holiday is at the
end of our battered path.
Keep going this way; you’ll
bring its wrath.
Living in blissful
ignorance and blinded faith.
We walk to the bowels of
unholy wraiths.
A dream deferred becomes
a realm of nightmares.
The path we walk becomes
M. C. Escher’s stairs.
Why
can’t we celebrate this new holiday?
Turn
words to murder with what we say?
Spend
the day boiling in the lobster’s pot
Spend
nights so cold we wish it was hot.
Endless
agony and complete insanity.
This
new holiday inside of me.
A
world united is a threat to none.
A
world at war is a crisis in the sun.
A
new holiday swimming in blood and guts.
Skeletons
doing the Charleston strut.
Pop
culture murdering our next generation.
Catholics
dead from masturbation.
This
new holiday is nothing but swell
Cause
it’s all you get when you wake up in hell.
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