Things will get so bad,
when they can’t not change.
It’s where we are headed,
and double negatives doth not suffice.
A Prophet will unite us against him,
as we stare back at a wall of ice.
Question my values,
while you gossip, please,
you ask for a white flag, please
from those flying a black pennant
saying: no mercy?
Who does this please?
It’s bad, but is’s not nearly terrible enough,
yet.
Yet, the seas ahead are only rough.
No change will ensue
until our Prophet arrives at night:
Saying: “I am nigh.”
Then, we flee or we unite,
but there is no Joshua in sight.
©Philippe du Col, 2025
Joshua passing the River Jordan with the Ark of the Covenant, 1800, by Benjamin West.
Musical Coda:
“Saving it up for that Friday night……..And then the man he steps right up to the microphone,
And says, at last just as the time bell rings
’Goodnight, now it's time to go home’
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
‘We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing.’"
Shabbat Shalom!