Poster-child...

{for my father - the misanthrope}

*It started as a typo

and ended as a war.

No one really knew

where the fight was

from or what it

would be

for.

- - - - - - - - - -

“I think it was over money.”

      Well, so is everything.

      “No – sometimes it's over principle.”

           That's a pot for funds-gathering.

    “I mean values, ethics – human rights.”

       That pitch they sell the consumer?

     “No – our mission there, our social goal.”

  I love your sense of humor.

                 “I hate you. And I hope

                       you know that if a

                       chance comes for

                                peace, you

                                won't see

                                        it.”

Son, nothing sells

tickets like songs

of PEACE; they're

sold on the airwaves

and business walls.

If it's not being

whispered (just

a rumble in

  the street)

…we don't

           need

                  it.