Put out the Flags

Put out the flags and ring the bells Ė
tonightís the night the angels will
parachute down to Bethlehem
and seal a safe zone there until

when daylight comes theyíll fade away
as shepherds head for barren hills
and foreign magicians, needing sleep,
check in at luxury hotels

and itís hard to believe that anythingís changed
and itís far away and long ago
and you know it isnít history,
that they spiced things up, but even so

put out the flags and ring the bells
and think about how, deep inside,
the stubborn hope wonít go away
they nailed a truth, although they lied.

Tom Vaughan

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Tom Vaughan would be pleased to hear them.