A Christmas Query… Apologies to Dickens

There is little reason to celebrate this unjoyous season — 2017. All across the nation foreboding storm clouds of hate. In the citadels of power in D.C. nothing but lies, more lies and deceit. Little else to be seen.

In Asia, Africa, Europe and the Middle East, all around the globe, hurricanes of strife and discontent swell and reverberate.

Through it all a megalomaniac and lunatic desires to reign as “Emperor” and as “King”. Sadly, there are no joyous songs to sing.

All is not well in the universe! All seems decadent and perverse. On our Earth there is no mirth. A sickening and putrid smell envelops us all poisoning our world.

“Trump is our President and our king”! His minions and syncophants, from the rafters, ring.

“Hallelujah! Hurrah! and Hurrah again” they begin, “Look what great joy to the masses, the Republicans bring.”

Tax cut for the wealthy, pain for the unhealthy and poor.”

“What a “tremendous” Christmas gift and much more; I, Donald J. Trump, will bring to your door.”

Beware my friends, only fools rush in where Angels dare not tread.

When in the name of the man who into Jerusalem rode, humbly on an ASS, just before the mayhem after that Sunday of palms

When will we, all together, holler and shout out “Never Again!” and “NO MORE” to that arrogant and dastardly “jackass” now stabled in in the house that’s white – but built by Black hands; today it’s being run by tiny fingers and tiny hands where the keys to the future of the nation hangs?

When will we, ”the wretched of the Earth”, send him flying surely, NOT on “Air Force One”; and NOT with a whimper; but with a Bang – right out of the presidency and on his “un-royal” ass. This nation is not a farce.

Then and only then in a truly joyous and vociferous chorus will we be able to sing in one voice and one heart “Joy to the Earth” and wish each other:

Merry Christmas,

Happy Hanukah.

Happy Kwaanzaa

Feliz Navidad

Joyeoux Noel

AND

Mele Kalikimaka

To our sisters and our brothers throughout the land.