It amazes me
to hear one say
“Jesus was no refugee.”
Splitting hairs, I see.
Sure, Egypt was in Rome,
And so was Palestine—
There’s the big D—
Fine, then sit with this:
A fugitive was he—
That’s right—
An “illegal” on the run.
No, I didn’t say
Immigrant, son—
An “illegal”, what fun.
You see,
Which ever way
Ignorance spins it today,
The good Lord above
Was never the love,
Bruv,
Of those in the guv.
Illegal for being born,
Forced out in the night
To escape a king’s scorn—
Just as Isaiah warned.
The antivenom to victor’s law.
His birth the signal, raw,
That pompous power—a flaw—
Would one day take a final blow
To its fucking jaw.
No, not through force,
Nor through getting tons of toys,
Nor by labeling them
Only for girls or boys.
Not by singing carols,
Or playing really nice;
Nor by baking stollens,
With cinnamon and spice.
Rather,
That blow comes
Through self-sacrifice.
Not just his; nay—
Though he paid the price—
Those who conspire with him;
For them,
Only rebellion will suffice.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, December 23, 2025.
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This powerful poem shines a light on Jesus as a refugee and an outcast, deemed 'illegal' in the face of societal struggles and injustices, sparking crucial conversations. With conviction, it disputes the notion that Jesus wasn't a refugee by highlighting His perilous journey as a fugitive, forced to flee danger. Critiquing modern attitudes toward immigration, it underscores pivotal themes of selflessness, defiance against oppressive systems, and the glaring flaws within power structures. Ultimately, it declares that true transformation emerges not from traditional power but through unified efforts and unwavering sacrifice.
My friend, thank you for meeting this poem with seriousness and care. You recognized both the challenge it raises and the call it makes…not toward dominance, but toward sacrifice and shared responsibility. I really appreciate your engage engagement, as it always honors the work. Thank you for that, Friendship. I truly appreciate you, my friend. 🔥🕯️✊🙏
A great rundown on the one that Christmas celebrates truth or myth it takes the story of tradition and separates modern myth from ancient. Well done Tristan
What stands out to me is your distinction between ancient narrative and modern layering. That separation matters here, not to dismiss faith, but to strip away what we’ve added for comfort. I’m grateful you recognized that intent, my friend. Your time and thoughts are always most appreciated. 🔥🕯️✊🙏
You are most welcome my friend and it is this combination that gives so much meaning to the poem
Good write T. Since when did I comment on a poem with seriousness and care?! lol. Well, we know why - it's that pesky glugging sound that distracts us. heehee.
LOL! Yes! That pesky P and Co! LOL!
Oh...and seriously...thank you, my friend!🔥🕯️✊🙏
See, the glugging got me so distracted I forgot to thank you! It's starting to feel like tinnitus. LOL!
There\'s only one we wish was illegal, and his name don\'t start with J (5 letters in name) but with P (6 letters in name) Doh!
LOL! Now...Who could that be? Clue: His name tastes like chicken from a fast-food Louisiana Kitchen! 😜 Yum! 🍗🌶️
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