Monday, November 20, 2006

Grandpa's Word-Light

If war be written
by victors
why do losers groan
If wealth belongs
to creators
why do gulpers moan
If hell be home
to sinners
why do prophets fast
If air belongs
to us all
why do rulers fuss

Say, then, say not
This is the mystery
in the miasma
misery in the misses
and mystique
in sweet ministry
But the high pain
be sure not plain
though the low gain
ride most acclaim

If all were won in war
and none be need in wealth
If words were such a waste
and none be need of wish
Let me pay
When all be true to all
and none be tasked in vain
When dues be due to all
and none be fool as tool
Let me pray
For each day, dear swinger
our pay be due


World Peace and World Poverty constantly agitate my soul, my quill. Characteristically, may I say, I see less World Leadership - in quality or critical mass - working for positive change!

Am I alone? You tell me.

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