Christmas Poem (It's original I promise)

[UnbornChild]

Christmas Poem

She lugs a heavy bellied-waddle.
She draws a heavy-chested breath.
The heart of man quivers,
hoping
that she delivers
the death of death

The radicals sigh at this unplanned birth.
There are too many souls on the census
to burden God's Providence
and more importantly
Mother Earth

While they debate the cause of sisterhood,
she begins to bawl.
They plot to quell the baby
and stall
the drama that will put
an end to the Fall

They stare at her in her agony
and, in communion, hum
that eternal hymn of the beast
"We Shall Overcome"--

They think the world will be none the worse
for snubbing the man who'll lift the curse
Their spirits too proud and too perverse
to worship Christ the Fetus
Lord of the Universe.