Thanksgiving; not like any other Thursday
That slips into weekends; as the time has set.
It spawns Black Friday followed by Cyber Sunday,
The flow of vigor seen in the Stores and Malls.
The lighting and glittering, adorned by the world
With the displays of merchandise; food courts full.
Celebrations indeed, created for blocking those
Anguished cries of wretched and dying, somewhere
Caught in the man made wars, famines and diseases.
In the ghettos here and there- in the lands far away,
Where once civilizations stood on the banks of
Euphrates, Tigris and Nile- The land of Messiah.
His birthday now approaching and the world is ready
For one more round of the Black-Fridays, Sundays
And any other day, to get on with the life as the
Traditions set- Christmas Trees, Eggnog and gifts,
While His children living in pain and fear on the land
Where he once dwelled, walked and preached,
The message of love, sharing and peace.