plastic smiles, polythene emotions, gift-wrapped for yet another commercial chasm,
lost humanity flitting hither and thither, seeking to procure that perfect gift.
the fakery is ubiquitous, as inured souls scavenge malls, snouts in the rough as this or that price falls,
where are the simple joys, the fullness of souls and hearts imbibing, each others purest essence,
and not simply shopping till dropping for this year’s most coveted presents …
Oh man, yes, the commercialisation of all our holidays and special events make me so mad! I agree with your poem so much :””)
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thank you, friend.
much appreciated and humbled.
warmest wishes and regards.
Peace and Equality for All
👍✊✌
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