Poem for Holy Innocents – 28th December

Already reaping expectations of the choices we have made,
children wait in sundry mangers.

Families continue into exile unwelcome still at England’s door.

And does Herod wait, disguised in the pretence of wishing to join the celebration?
To usher in a new era?

Magi wait in the wings of an infant’s play bearing false gifts,
guilt covered cardboard boxes,
rich perfume to mask stale corruption.

Yet, out of this pantomime may yet emerge a deeper understanding…

Will today’s innocents survive the devastations of power, politics and greed?

Go home by another way?

Copyright Andrew Pratt 2019

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Andrew Pratt

Andrew Pratt was born in Paignton, Devon, England in 1948.

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