by Rachel Mallalieu
In the end, it won’t be the red
Starbucks cups or people who
Say happy holidays instead of
Merry Christmas, not
Ubiquitous Santa and his elves,
with no manger in sight
It’s video of a caged child who
writhes on a bench
Falls facedown and vomits
blood onto the floor
Staggers towards a toilet,
slumps to the ground
And convulses
then stills
That wages the war on Christmas
Rachel Mallalieu is an Emergency Physician and mother of five. She writes poetry in her spare time. Her work has been featured in TheNewVerse.News, Blood and Thunder and is upcoming in Haunted Waters Press.
