I woke up early on a Christmas morn.
Gladly waiting for Santa before dawn.
Looking through blinds in anxiety I'd torn,
I'd hoped to see him approaching my lawn,
in costumes in previous years he had worn.
But in disguise he came with a French horn,
playing elegies of demons unborn.
Wheat, barley, oats, rice and grains of sweet corn
filled his socks for a land which was war-torn.
I'd thought the usual Santa would return.
But a different Santa came to fore-warn
me of a nagging menace that had drawn
my nation to the brink, and seeks to drown
her in a season of yuletide to mourn.
Christmas In War-torn Africa
Joseph Ogbonna
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 09/29/2020
Poet's note: Christmas in war ravaged Africa. dedicated to the children of war ravaged North-east Nigeria, Southern Sudan and Syria.
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Poem topics: christmas, war, sweet, return, Season, previous, early, anxiety, nation, thought, mourn, dawn, santa, Santa Clause, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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