I now realise politicians only lie when they open their mouths.

Silent Night.

Silent night, holy night, fireworks explode out of sight
Ambulance racing flashing blue light, in the city there’s been a fight
Blood it flows like communion wine, of holiness though not a sign
A homeless man killed with a broken bottle
Greed in his sports car foot hard on the throttle

Daughters nephews and sons opening their presents of lifelike guns
Whilst gunmen are out there killing someone else’s sons
Starving people all dressed in rags
We sit and pull crackers with stupid gags
Call ourselves civilised, that must be a joke
Written by someone inhaling drugs and smoke

Trump he fires rockets, at some who imagine religion
It’s a different world that Putin envisions
The meek and the mild shall inherit the earth
If there’s a god he’s got a weird sense of mirth.

All words Meadowhead Bard.