A Christmas Ditty

Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the manger
soon to appear on earth
was the Holy Roman danger

The moment finally arrived
he emerged all red and rude
without finery and crown
but bursting with attitude

He loved the vagabond life
for which he was truly ordained
a fisher of women and men
and a vintner when he deigned

Most were not disturbed
by this rouser of the few
but bulls and bears feared him
the priesthood and neo-cons too

So they worked up the Romans
calling in chits and favors
the press jumped right in
on this most holy ‘hater’

He was added to watch lists
deterred by no-caravan-zones
his conversations recorded
victimized by unworthy tomes

A drone watched his bearings
a smear campaign designed
he’s not one of us or ours
his mantra devoutly un-divine

Shipped out to Guantanamo
President Pilate not of his fans
but “the dark side’s not my doing”
as he verily washed his hands

Crucifixion has many platforms
hate is fed by numerous fuels
sadly power and money prevail
when riling those who actually rule