Added Thursday 15th November 2018
Never was star so bright,
never was smile so sweet,
never was gold so bright
when kings knelt at your feet.
Never such dark disguise,
never such innocent blood,
never such piercing cries
for your first brotherhood.
Never such opulence,
never so little cheer,
never such ignorance
of your being here.
Excess is on the rise,
Christmas is on the wane;
it will be no surprise
if it does not come round again.
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