Readers immerse
In my rhymed universe
And decide if my verse
Is for better or worse.
An imam, a rabbi
Along with a priest,
Were seated together
At a holiday feast.
They smiled and they laughed
And enjoyed swapping jokes.
Can you believe
They ducked out for a smoke?
Was their bonhomie real
Or just a facade?
Didn’t they pray
To the very same God?
When together as men
Without enmity,
Walls can be broken
They realized, all three.
Can you still scorn a man
And give him the blame?
When you raise up your glass
And toast him by name?
When it’s all over
And the three of them part
Will they remember
The warmth in their hearts?
Or will the noise and the static
And political din,
Return them once more
To division and sin?
Who will you choose
To your table this year?
Family and friends
Who come year after year?
Perhaps, there are guests
Who could join you this time,
Who could sing at your hearth.
Together in rhyme.
There are friends on your list
And family, no doubt,
But, is someone missing
Who you may have left out?
Wishing you joy and peace!
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