Seasonal Depression, Christmas, Slaves and You

I was thinking 

About my life this mourning

I thought about my job, my hair, my drive into work,

The burnt coffee in the break room, the time clock.

 

 I was feeling pretty low 

As I waited for my windows to defrost

 

Then the radio went

on a comercial break.

A advertisement for

a Christmas sale at

a jewelry store

 

 There was a tiny hole in the frost now

I looked through it and thought

about how Christmas reminds me of slavery

Only they dont call it slavery anymore

they changed the word for it but

The meaning is the same

 

In the

Brothels of Thailand

Diamond mines in Africa

Brick kilns of Pakistan

Brazil, India, and the

sweat shops

of Korea

 

They have started putting

Giant nets around these buildings

Because the slaves

Couldnt take it anymore

And they threw themselves out the windows

When the foreman wasnt looking

 

The nets put an end to all that

They just bounce off and

get safely rolled right 

Back into the

Nightmare

 

There is an estimated 27 million

People living in slavery

Around the world

 

Hell is everywhere

Swiming in ignorance

Fuled by greed

 

Maybe this year under your tree

Or in your stocking

You will be lucky enough

To find an

iphone

 

when God created love he didn’t help most

when God created dogs He didn’t help dogs

when God created hate we had a standard utility

when God created me He created me

when God created the monkey He was asleep

when He created the giraffe He was drunk

when He created narcotics He was high

and when He created suicide He was low

 

But then there was you

Watching and writing

And waiting….

 

Unaware that your the last thing

Between the hard world and

Impossibility. 

 

when He created you 

He knew what He was doing

He was drunk and He was high

and He created the mountians 

and the sea 

and fire at

the same

time

 

He made some mistakes

but when He created you 

He shot light through

This God damed

Darkness