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Proud American Christian flags

Stars and Stripes and bayonets

Jesus Saves

Not this woman, though, on Nollaig na mBan.

Run up these steps break a window climb in

terrorise the people

in the people’s house

confirming

that they realise

that we know

they cheated.

This is the way we deal with cheaters

We believe in God

We believe in the knave who ranks above the others

We don’t believe in the fake pandemic

or fake election results

or fake democracy.

We don’t have to

because God is on our side

to take back our great country

our white Christian country

We know what to expect

It’s happened before

When they tried to show

That black lives matter.

They didn’t.

“These are things that happen”

Too chirpy, at last.

Fuelled by lies

Whose lies?

And we, so busy,

watching ourselves

isolating

minding ourselves

staying home

staying safe

staying well

While a narcissistic psychopath

Persuades his flock

To drink the cool aid.

On Nollaig na mBán

2021.

© Madge O’Callaghan, 2021

The twelfth and final day of Christmas, January 6th, was known in Ireland as Nollaig na mBan (pronounced Null-ig na Mon) or Women’s Christmas or Little Christmas. As a reward for their hard work over the Christmas season, it was a day off from all house work for women and traditional roles were supposed to be reversed in the home: men did the women’s work in the house while women rested and gathered together informally.

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