Kill the part of my brain that remembers

Reteach me what i want to know
that i need to get by without pain

Let me understand things better

lying to our kids on Jesus's birthday

presents from who?

for who?

what about Jesus?

are we this greedy?

a holiday built on evil spirits

we send our kids on a mission once a
year to get candy from strangers

at night

are we serious?

tell them to dress up
and be something they are not


are we serious? for so long

as we can breathe? please

I don't understand holidays

they always seem like disasters

not getting what you wanted

not enough candy

found all the eggs, now what

we can't get enough of these days
I imagine

and somehow without them

life would be more honest

Jesus
would get more praise

People would love
one another

more than

stuff

amen

LOVE your poem !

ya,.it`s sad how we turn what is so simple & beautiful

into a game,.a deadly game

{{{d4tc}}}

loved it

I like this!!!

This is true,,as only YOU,,nice write man..