While we nickel and dime
We live through troubled time
We march ahead
Promising miracles to our dead
Shallow wisdom
I recall
One shoe
Never fits all
In shrines
We glorify the creator
Bathe in milk
And drape in silk
A temple by many
Names in vogue
Call it Church
Mosque or Synagogue
The holy wars
Never so brief
The holy land
Now mourns in grief
The only memories
I record
Of every neglected
Peace accord
Livid
And still quite vivid
From Oslo
And Camp David
To broker peace
Is not one easy thing
If not left
It was the right wing
What put us down
Was not just gravity
It was sheer
Moral depravity
'Tis yet another valentine
My heart bleeds
All surreal
For the widow in Israel
And the orphan in Palestine
Keen spirited ones
Now all rage in fury
The only spirit
We now embody
Is distilled
In a brewery
The Arab Spring
Quite strange
Another example maybe
Of climate change
The only things
That blossomed there
Putrid hate
And crippling fear
Much blood
Toil and sweat
Too late now
Maybe
For any regret
From deep slumber
When we awaken
And all bias
We have shaken
On crossroads then
We will meet
Of bitter
And not so sweet
Despite all our might
Such is mankind's plight
Forlorn I travel
Towards twilight
No more nickels
No more dimes
We exist
In troubled times