Art by: Ed Asuncion
How Advancement Stole our Christmas
Written by: Christian Jyreh Mendoza
It was night.
It was day.
The vibrance of lights felt gray
With the bass of the beat at day
Like the spirit of the soul
Christmas caught a faded goal.
Everything’s been good.
You don’t need to worry.
No, you should never be sorry.
The world is better, right?
Advancing; ahead, it’s forging
Let’s enjoy the night of the light.
No joy.
No sorrow.
No vision of what will happen tomorrow.
No lights.
No fireflies.
Who can see the true longing in your eyes?
Eyes are empty.
Smiling at gleaming screens.
Have we turned to slaves of machines?
It’s Christmas.
The season of giving.
And living and reliving.
Supposedly.
Technology.
Oh, how life restarts
And how things got easier
‘Cept for the connection of our hearts
Like magnets, we try
Unaware of likeness of poles
May we enjoy the night facing each other?
In the night.
In the light.
A humdrum so gray
Indistinct streets
A different kind of surreal
Christmas seems like another day
To twinkle to conceal
