Christmas

On Christmas Day, how can we rejoice, celebrate and be happy,

Knowing the horrendous end which will be the baby’s destiny?

The gurgling baby will be subject to man’s barbaric cruelty,

They will crown him with thorns; blood will flow relentlessly;

They will crucify him with nails; he’ll writhe in pain and agony,

The helpless mother with tears flowing down her cheek,

On Christmas Day, will ask mankind, “What joy do you seek?”