Jesus was born,
Around this day long ago.
The world's first MC,
Man he could flow.
Spreading his message of love,
With a smile,
People came to hear him,
from mile after mile.
But, he made enemies,
With his free thinking ways,
Challenging the Empire,
Really never pays.
So he was hung on the cross,
A Roman rebels reward,
But his message of love,
Lives on this day forward.
Merry Christmas! This is partially my take on the origins of the season, man or God I respect the views attributed to Jesus and what he stood for.
I'll probably take a bit of a break over Christmas but will be right back into the poetry in 2012. See you then!
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