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
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