Disaster

Courtesy P.Morrison (sculpture — Wooden boat with 7 people)

Christmas is a time of cheer
Of Santa Claus
Not of fear
But outside our Christmas bubbles
There are places
Smiles, not seen on many faces
No chocolates, mince pies or truffles
Where bombs have left craters
Empty spaces, empty places
Lives hanging, families shattered
In their wake, tatters
Some would suggest
We should fear
Those who try to flee
The desolation
Can you hear humanity
Crying
As the world built on emigration
The blends of ideologies
The recipes of tolerance and justness
Of equality
Many fought and died for
Disappear
Before our eyes
Replaced by a Dystopian society
With the name Disaster