In Israel/Palestine today one thing people have in common is tobacco addiction , and so do I. I am trying to write poetry that brings people together , so pehaps this offering is relevant.
Was I a friend...?
Was I a friend of Father Abraham,
And was back on earth to-day,
Would I love what I could see around,
Or be aghast at the disarray?
Is the family all working well,
With all the relatives and friends,
Making up for all the lost time now,
And trying to make amends?
Are Nimrods followers all fallen to the back
Against all of the odds
Or am I still just worshipping fire
Amongst all the other gods?