This evening Martin at A Gap in the Cloud suggest I try an Acrostic Poem entitled Bah Humbug. Well what’s a girl to do?
Bah! Humbug a Christmas Acrostic Poem.
Image from Pixabay
Blast I don’t like Christmas tide All the clamour makes me want to hide. Hope and charity have lost their stride.
Hauling home the endless shopping Uncaring of the homeless, it is shocking Must get, must have it’s all hype Blaring adverts brash and trite Unkind, selfish, too much spent on Christmas fare. God’s gift forgotten, most don’t give a care.
Now please don’t tell Bear, Eva, Deborah or Johnny that I am running so late with this post on humans ! I do have excuses but you don’t need to hear them!
Right then shall we start!
Firstly I wanted to put up Bjork’s Human because it is one of my favourite songs and videos sadly it has been used so I am posting a Japanese cover by Hajime Chitose close your eyes and it could be Bjork ……. Open your eyes it could be Bjork! (*_*)
Now what makes humans different from practically all animals……… they have sex for fun and not because their bodies tell them too , well not all the time.
This song needs no explantion……….. No it does not! Forgivness maybe but not explanation ! The Bloodhound Gang , The Bad touch
So what do we do that animals don’t : we lie , we cheat and hurt.
We hurt each other we fight wars and hurt our children
We abuse our own children, even in the most evolved societies.
PLEASE BE AWARE , UPSETTING AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND CONTENT. THE PHOTOS ARE FROM THE INTERNET AND ARE NOT ABUSED CHILDREN AS FAR AS I KNOW.
Tiny little fingers in the dust, huge eyes so sad begging for your crust. You are so hungry you need it for you but this is your child, who you can’t deny, true?
Hunger gnawing at your bones like cancer spreading fast. You worry if you’ll be strong enough to find water, as what you have just will not last.
No one is going to help you, your sons and daughters gone for soldiers.These two left will escape that fate as they will not grow much older. Your milk dried up, your belly empty. It hurts so much to walk but walk you must, you can’t stop. The baby at your breast has long since ceased crying. This sweet young child clinging to your skirt is dying.
Where is the help that was promised where is the aid that you need. You have walked days now with no hope of helping your children not even to feed. The baby needs medicine the western doctors dispense you have to flee from your home just were is the sense.
War at your left side famine at your right , politicians and corrupt leaders uncaring of your plight. Had you stayed they would of killed you or worse …OH! my poor children your birth is your curse.
Standing at the top of the hill you can see a straggling encampment a red cross flag flying still. You put down the baby his soul already flown to your husbands arms now, at least not alone. You need to rest but your aim is in reach . You lay in the dust next to your babes, close your eyes just ignore the flies.
Tiny little fingers in the dust , huge eyes so sad finally closed. Where is the help that was promised where is the aid.War on your left side famine at your right they no longer threaten you Death has arrive to erase your plight.
But it is still happening, isn’t it . Many say that is life that is the human lie………. Is it really.
Well I suppose I should finish on a happy note……….. Let me see Humans are always hopeful . So lets have a couple of songs of hope. Firstly a song from the Decemberists . Sons and Daughters. As I hear this song after either a huge war or a huge calamity those that are left get together to start again . I love this song and this a beautiful human video!
Now I am finishing with some advice the best I have ever had! “Better Get To Livin’ ” When I was at the lowest edd of my recent life I came across this wonderful video . Obviously made by a lovely young man, who I hope is well happy and living a good life taking Dolly Parton’s advice
Goodness this lad his smile and Dolly’s words have saved me more than once!!
Okay sorry this was not my usual entree but love hugs and good vibes to you all !! Oh! and yes BETTER GET TO LIVIN!
Greed, greed evil fingers reaching out to grab you, it will rip you up and make you bleed.
Feel the tingle feel the gain lovely luca give it, give it straight through my vein.
Creeping crawling, sweaty rush give me give me I crave for more see me roll in greed on the floor.
Nothing quenches this endless craving I want, I need I will lie and cheat you, I am just beyond saving.
Silk and satin by the roll pretty diamonds I control. Filthy money makes me high like a drug it makes me fly.
Leave me?? will you, see if I care my soul is lost. Your touch means nothing if your money is not there.
Greed , greed come consume me make me fly lift my joy into the sky fill me fill me give me more watch me writhing on the floor.
Greed, greed evil fingers reaching out to grab me, it will rip me up and make me bleed. Slowly dragging me through the ground and in money I am bound .
I have no soul left only yearning, give me, give me the craving is burning . Nothing left at all of me and all because of greed. greed.
OH! what have I done it is irreversible it cannot be undone.
Thirty pieces of silver I tried to return it they would not take would not take it I can’t unmake it.
OH! this empty feeling in my soul it is dragging me down and eating me whole.
OH! OH! what have I done. Have I betrayed he who has come to save man…… thirty pieces of silver is that all you were worth you the son of he who made the earth.
This pain in my heart is too hard to bear it hurts it hurts why did I do it what on earth lead me there .
Thirty pieces of silver what have I done. I can no longer face anyone I cannot longer show my face I have fallen too far from grace. I am not worthy to feel the sun on my skin OH! why oh! why did I betray him he was so like a brother OH! why him and not another.
Thirty pieces of silver why oh why thirty pieces of silver I scream at the sky . No answer is there no answer this pains me too much I must die.
Thirty pieces of silver is that all you are worth he who had a virgin birth. OH brother Jesus you are worth more than this how low am I who betrayed you with a kiss.
I want those I want these give me give me, give me please! Look there is one in yellow and one in blue I want both of those and a red one too!
Hurry now only 47 days to go, until Christmas. I WANT SNOW! Get some chocolates get some nuts order a turkey (minus it’s guts!)
Decorations in silver and in gold. I need my coat on, it is getting cold. New tree lights this year they are blue hurry, scurry there’s so much to do!
Order the booze in and mixers too don’t forget the sherry for great Aunt Sue! Festive tablecloth with matching serviettes and pretty crackers full of curly up fishes, bad jokes and plastic jets!
Buy the presents not a second to lose lots of wrapping paper needed and shiny bows and glitter glues.
No don’t worry what you spend or waste or who you dash through in your obscene haste. No don’t worry about those less well off than you, it is not your fault what can you do???
Happy Christmas
Tiny little fingers in the dust , huge eyes so sad finally closed. Where is the help that was promised where is the aid.War on your left side famine at your right they no longer threaten you Death has arrive to erase your plight.
The last verse of this poem and the photo are meant to shock. The words are from a poem I wrote in August entitled Death by Aid.
Greed, greed evil fingers reaching out to grab you, it will rip you up and make you bleed.
Feel the tingle feel the gain lovely luca give it give it straight through my vein.
Creeping crawling , sweaty rush give me give me I crave for more see me roll in greed on the floor.
Nothing quenches this endless craving I want I need I will lie and cheat you, I am just beyond saving.
Silk and satin by the roll pretty diamonds I control. Filthy money makes me high like a drug it makes me fly.
Leave me, will you, see if I care my soul is lost. Your touch means nothing if your money is not there.
Greed , greed come consume me make me fly lift my joy into the sky fill me fill me give me more watch me writhing on the floor.
Greed, greed evil fingers reaching out to grab me, it will rip me up and make me bleed. Slowly dragging me through the ground and in money I am bound .
I have no soul left only yearning, give me, give me the craving is burning . Nothing left at all of me and all because of greed. greed.
Thirty pieces of silver is that all you are worth he who had a virgin birth. OH brother Jesus you are worth more than this how low am I who betrayed you with a kiss.
