Our Bethlehem
Our Bethlehem
Oh,
give this child a home!
All you pretty thieves
killing the memories of what we used to be.
I never will relent,
the masses shall not repent.
All these years we've spent in ignorance will come back to us all.
And Gods,
how such misplaced shiny things
distracted from the crimes of kings
while the songs that freedom sings were snuffed out for remembering
a time of times when we would bring a joy to this world.
Abandon your hopes all ye dwellers here.
This is our very final year.
If somehow we make it clear than all gifts will come to our Bethlehem.
Sal Biase
