The Last Christmas
#39 By Chaya Vance
The Last Christmas
This seed
Of hate and corruption
Was planted deep
In the heart of humanity
Along with desire
The aspiration
To reach Higher
For the heavens
The stars
Dark nights
Of the everlasting
Dark nights
Of the collective
Soul
Never ending
This dark seed
Growing
This blind hate
This twisted
Holy tongue
This corruption
Of the Book
The knowing
All is One
Torah tarot
The wheel spins
The devil does
Not win
Chariot of light
Wheels of fire
Spinning through
The universe
Higher and higher
As dark as it gets
Galvanized by hate
We will reclaim
All the stories
That time has undone
Taking back
The narratives one by one
Take back our teachers
The Moon and Sun
And yes also that one
They hated us before he came
They hated us more
After he was slain
By the Romans who
Conquered us
And poured salt
On our ruins
Enslaved and
Humiliated
Our land
Renamed
We wandered
Endlessly into
A world of blame
Jesus rolls in his grave now
Seven times seven
Mary weeps
In the vacumn
Of History’s Crime