T’was the night before Christmas
And all through the streets
Fires were burning
The homes of elites
Brimstone and ashes
And charred skulls aplenty
The smell of fresh flesh
At only 9:20
The taste of sweet cookies
Mingled with smoke
Had even the elders
Starting to choke
And yet protests lingered
With cocktails through glasses
Razor wire on streets
Causing car crashes
While clouds gathered above
Drenching rooftops with blood
And footfalls of troops
Were heard squishing through mud
The innocent children
Stared on in awe
Without any context
For the horrors they saw
And all through the city
Not a present was given
Because at the end
Nobody was livin’
Moonlit Poetry 