Away In a Manger

away in a manger with neither crib nor a bed

the newly born Jesus will rest his sweet head

away in that manger you’ll hear not a sound

for that baby was stolen, to never be found

they raided the neighbors rounded up the three kings

to a van they were shepherd like mere cattle to bring

they locked up the mother, the father and son

and mercy they’d plead, would be listened by none

the snow covered their footprints the ice still runs cold

in a dirty crowded cage the mother consoled

her sweet infant son who continued to weep

as they huddled for warmth like forgotten lost sheep

away in a locked cage with not a blanket to spare

the newly born Jesus finds not a prayer

they were treated like criminals, having committed no crime

but step over some border that should have kept them confined