Saw a homeless guy and gave him a sandwich.
He refused but I insisted; he thanked me profusely.
Snow on the ground—wondering if he was too cold;
hope he's all right now, seemed like a pretty nice guy.
Good old fashioned תִקוּן עוֹלָם [tikkun olam], putting it back together
piece by piece. It's kinda rare to see these days:
person-to-person, neighbour-to-neighbour.
[clip of Collateral Murder video]

Found some war crimes, downloaded the footage,
got court-martialed; seven years being tortured.
People calling me a traitor—what'd I do wrong?
The president hates me and orders more missile strikes.
War crime after war crime, no justice, no peace,
black and brown people slaughtered in the streets.
Protecting what? Property. Serving what? Capital.
[clip of BLM chant]

Maybe, just maybe, it was a joke from the beginning,
starting from genocide, doing nothing about genocide.
Men without chests in the halls of power.
Pray to Jesus something might change, maybe…
Seems like a farce to me. That glimmer of hope
just keeps on fading, fading, fading away from sight.
'You must love your neighbor as yourself.'
—Mark 12:31, Lamsa