People thronged the busy streets
And voices filled the air -
Families sought a good night’s rest
And shut the door on care.
Donkeys found a resting place
And owners went to bed
Restaurant owners closed their doors
As people left, well-fed.
Innkeepers began to yawn -
And off to bed they went.
Lots of money had changed hands
With plenty being spent.
The noisy town began to hush
And candles were snuffed out
And you could walk along those streets
With no-one much about.
The darkened streets were strangely lit
By a bright star in the sky
And if you’d looked you’d have seen
Some angels far up high.
Within the quietness of this town
A tiny voice cried out -
An infant child, just newly born
Let out his tiny shout.
The angels sang from far on high
And shepherds looked with fear.
Wise men travelled to this place
For it was very clear
That the son of God had come to earth
To teach us all goodwill -
And yet, two thousand years since then,
We're dropping bombs that kill.
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