This autonomous rash of benevolence sings louder
each day, we must be nearing Christmas or there’s
been a big change without due precedent; goodwill
doesn’t survive on stale bread and rancid cheese -
or a diet of Politician’s promises either, or have we
been looking the wrong way seeing the ‘calamities’
blindness couldn’t miss as being where good spirit
used to exist in yesterday's give-and-take reality
acerbic view suggests someone’s paying the piper,
possibly too much, although tunes are familiar and
upbeat and feet shuffle easily into trance-like steps
shopping for bargains in benevolence; and there it
is again, right beside the tree with twinkling lights
© 18 December 2013, I. D. Carswell
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