Food For Though

Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust

Waiting for the manna coming from the west

Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes

Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies

Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead

Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head

Politicians argue sharpening their knives

Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives

Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust

Waiting for the manna coming from the west

Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it's way

Hear the angels singing, what is that they say?

Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is hear to stay

Jesus son of Mary is born again today