Christmas Poem 2025
The children gathered at the gate.
Some were early and some came late.
It didn’t matter what their order,
the train would take them to the border.
All would have to go, all be deported
from the only home they’d known
from the crops they’d help to grow.
The soldiers came shortly after
to find the only child who mattered—
the one ordained to be a king,
the one for whom the angels sing,
the one who came with magi gifts,
the one whose birth had been reported.
The one to kill, the one without a permit.
Their names were Pedro, Juan and Jesus:
those children taken to the border.
Innocent, they fled in terror
while angels sang and shepherds were transported.
I watched a star that seemed to hover;
it was a drone sent to rain down fire
on innocent migrants who ran for cover.
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Did Jesus actually get thrown out of the United States?
Ken Weene's poem places what is being said in a different perspective, doesn't he?
Can you not see that Ken, though, possibly speaks truth?
Then how do you know Whose Truth to Accept?
What is YOUR Reason for Celebrating this Season?
Gabby
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