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Away in a manger somewhere,
millions of children are needlessly starving,
as we bake our cookies,
and stuff our face,
and die of heart disease.
This is the world we live in.
It doesn't have to be such a disgrace,
but making it a better place starts with us carving,
from the ashes of the old,
a new mold,
a new system.

Away digging nameless graves somewhere,
millions of innocent people are pointlessly dying,
as we struggle to buy enough gifts,
to distract us from the writhing,
to plug our ears to the crying.

Let this serve as a reminder:
While the rich and fat roast chestnuts on an open fire,
much of the world sinks deeper into the economic mire they caused in the first place.
Here's some advice, just in case:
Roast the rich on an open fire.

If you're privileged enough to celebrate Commercial Christmas recognize that a lot of the pain and misery in the world is, at least in part, your own fucking fault.
Poverty and hunger don't just emerge from the void;
both were created, and both can be destroyed.
The truth is empty stomachs coincide with overflowing bank vaults.

If this reminder "ruins" your Christmas, good.

Although It wasn't invited to the party,
Capitalism has brought us Its Christmas gift:
Millions and millions of makeshift mangers stuffed with starving kids.
We eat their food;
we colonize their lands;
we steal their natural resources,
and make them into the cheap shit we fill our stockings with.

Might wanna call for the hearse,
'cus Christmas isn't about charity; it's about commerce.

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