The crowded pub was full that night
There was no room for pregnant wife.
‘Twas just as well for, out of sight
A bomb was placed to set alight
The lust to take a life.
The Wise Men came, lit by a star
That shone upon a battlefield.
Bringing their gifts, the iron bar,
Incense of ‘pot’, the myrrh of war,
These to their king to yield.
The nursing mother held the child
And seeing him so wan and frail
Bethought her of the world defiled
So smothered him in mercy mild,
No harm could him assail.
And angels weeping in the sky
Sang not of peace throughout the earth.
No gospel joy was theirs to cry;
Their voices drowned by savagery
Were hushed for Jesu’s birth.
And when he hung upon the cross
They sank their drills for sea-bed oil;
A million starved folk were no loss,
Raped women, gambling dens, and dross
Fell to the wreckers’ spoil.
At Christmas time He comes again
Unheralded by angels’ song.
The stores are bright through window pane
And toys and goodies fall like rain,
Where modern pagans throng.