Peace on Earth and Goodwill toward “Men”
oh night divined, oh night defiled
“glory” to the new born king
the fire is slowly dying, but my dear, we’re not goodbyeing
let it snow, let this season be merry and light
We know they won’t give us peace tomorrow
I think I only have one more of these holiday adjacent poems left, though given the way my brain is currently spinning I’m fairly sure I’ll have a Valentines one, or several, soon enough. This was probably the angriest poem I wrote on Christmas Eve. While Hailey and Steph were cooking we were listening to Christmas music and something about Silent Night’s lyrics was really setting me off while looking down the barrel of Trump 2. Plus it was immediately after Biden reaffirmed for the 8 millionth time that he in fact did not have trans people’s backs.
For those who forgot, Christmas Eve was when Biden signed into actual law, not a bullshit executive order, the first openly anti-queer law since Don’t Ask Don’t Tell 30 years ago. It’ being that defense funding bill that specifically forbade military brats from having their gender affirming care covered.
Fair warning, the next poem I aim to share is a longer free verse thing, about as long as You Have Humans but it’s kind of heavy and so far everyone who has read it started crying.
So, uh yeah fair warning?
If you’re reading this on February 12 (2025 in case you need me to specify) there’s a good chance I’m currently live on Twitch, Twitch.tv/phennoflore , playing Civ 7 if you want to join me and give me crap for this thing.
