In a world that makes usquiver
Every day at 6 PM when
Local News sends shard andshiver
Of the tragic days events;
Missiles fire and miss theirtarget
Finding innocents instead;
Miltimediated markets
Often leave the consciencespent
To dwell in anguish, jawsagog,
Praying that the worldrepents;
I have only one true treasure
That consoles my every poreof
Being to the fullest measure,
Though the World beats downmy will.
Knowing you are mine forever
Wards away pernicious harm
That baits and goads to pull thelever
That would leave me cold andstill.
Until such time, we stridetogether,
Hand in hand we climb thehill