Awakened by incessant chirping I,
Still sleeping, wandered toward the kitchen sink
And started brewing coffee with a sigh,
Then flipped the world news on to help me think.
*
The woman told me hateful acts had taught
Our sociologists a thing or two
About the way that wars are always fought,
And with this knowledge we could find the Truth.
*
“The Truth to what?” cried I, indignantly
“Can peace be found among the wreckage of
The souls of men with peace deficiency?
Though Science tries, what only wins is Love!”
*
I sipped my coffee with a saint-like air
My eye blind to the plank I’d left in there.
