To the sales girl at the liquor store
Who will lose her job to the Retail Giant - Costco
And the homeless man with the dog
I see at the corner of 108th and the gas station
Happy X'Mas to you all
That make all these goods for us
The little trinkets going on the tree
And the wrapping paper
Happy X'Mas in the name of Jesus
And that of a lesser known - Frank Little
That the rich overlords dragged through town
And lynched in August of 1917
The man in the drab grey shorts
Rushing harried from door to FedEx truck
So that the rich can add Half a Billion
To their over-stretched bank books
The woman pushing the cart of half-eaten food
Struggling against the load and trying to
Prevent brushing against the fine clothes
of Ladies and Gentlemen at the Bellagio
The girl at the checkout counter at Safeway
Who stands on her feet all day
With no rest, and few breaks
But a ready smile to all she sees
To the man who watched as his fellow worker
Got entangled in wires on a ladder
And got fired to a crisp - causing a momentary break
In the profit machine, that unrelenting beast
And you at Verizon who struck, for a better life
And have that scab run trucks over your foot
While your fat cat union heads "reached a compromise"
To you too, my brother, a Happy X'Mas
The grunts at Microsoft, Google and Amazon
Stooped over terminals, wracking their brains on
How to make Billions of dollars more for the rich
Who then demand more - how to deal with this?
And to the man in the Appalachian coal mines
Who pays with his three L's : Lungs, Limbs and Life
So the bourgeoise can have Heat and Security
And add another lock to their gate
The soldier who is forced to
Hold a gun against his own class
That weeps for one who took his own life
Happy X'Mas to you too
X'Mas is made by you - the poor, the starved, the virtuous and Godly
And enjoyed by the Ungodly, filthy, bloated Scum aka the 1 percent
That measure their ill-gotten time on this Bloody Earth
By bare seconds, let them have their cake - for now.
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