What A World!

Timing you is a chore
and a ticking way
It won't make my pay
Caging me is a bore
and a freaking fray
It won't pay ya day
Make the hay, as they say
when I stay
Make the move, as they pray
when I stray
For, if you wait a day
though I be hail
you may pay the grail
though I be frail.

Give of yourself, this day
like hell - not of hell
Give by the trucks, this day
like hell - not in hell
Look this our way
not far away
Look that their way
so far away...
Act!
Who knows the way
Pact!
Who knows the day
Tact!
Though it be tight
And react!
Though it may tail.

As we go, if we go
where heals the world
As we come, when we come
where ends our world
Is this a globe or globet
Pray!
Is it a line or linear
Pray!
As we dine, if we dine
who has the tray
As we drink, when we drink
who keeps the gourd
Pray, I say no more.


There is so much need and endless calls for urgent action tonight. Or there shall be no dawn for many....Thus, no noon for us all. As we wake up each passing day, wherever we sleep, the calls get more strident for the needs grow needier. It is a world of endless strifes and striving. All round.

Out there in Indonesia, we mourn. Out there in Afghanistan, we mourn. Out there in Iraq, we mourn. Will the world know peace again? We ask. Can't the world wage peace again? We seek.

Pray this day. For we deeply mourn a frail, and failing, world!