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The Bliss Of Hamattan II

The morning chills, with frozen burns ...On my skin,
As hair strands reform..
Erect like soldiers armed with guns..
As the yuletide hits me with scorn..

The Chilly haze of fog now smiles ..On my face,
In white powdered plight..
The winds disrespectful, now plies..
Strong torrents, in freezing delight..

The roads now sings the songs of praise..
As buses and sleek cars now race..
To hinterlands, built with thatched roofs..
And villages, with rusted roofs..

In rustling sways, Christmas relays..
Its rays of hope, on frail mankind.
The birth of Jesus rings for few..
As many bask in randy screws..

The hymns are sung in sanctuaries..
Of different lands, in continents..
His birth created the estuaries..
Of salvation, and death to sin..

In timeliness, the Christened day..
Blooms rays of hope for the derailed..
The winds plays the chords in yon fray..
With reflections on hymnal trails.

The looney tunes of Christmas sounds..
Now speaks volumes in hearty thew..
Chickens, murdered with no delay..
Like lambs, destined for rice and stew.

With pallored grins, we eat and drink..
And paint big smiles of tenderness
The gifts are shared in loving care.
In joyous glee of righteousness

In timeless bound, these chills relay..
A time when dusts of history play..
In the sweet ruins where boundless love..
Drizzled the bliss of hamattan..

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