St Pauls London R.I.P. Poem by James Tipp

St Pauls London R.I.P.



The message was one of unqualified invitation.
But then they shot the messenger who was replaced,
By the manager of the gift shop, with the financial advisor.
Who were not around in Bethlehem to see the Shepherds
They wandered in when the the wise men came with gold.
That way Christmas wasn't ruined by corporate influence.
That's if you overlook it was in a stable because, 'there was no room'
Did no-one mention you can pray outside the walls in the open
That standing alongside might be seen as meaningful and real
Yes they did but he was shot on the first day, and the money was safe.

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