Jenny fair did bake and share
A loaf of bread with Mohammed
But no more neighbourly will she
Towards his fam’ly choose to be.
For men are fools and in their woe
Have chosen sides, writ where to go
And who to like, and when to care,
No more with ‘them’ may ‘we’ now share.
Thus ‘fraternizing’ as it seems
With ‘enemies’ gives way to dreams
And nightly terrors do invoke
Those friendships we of late, revoke.
Yet those of conscience among men
Know full well there’s no ‘us’ or ‘them’
And ‘gainst the tide their friends have kept
While others, cowards, hid and wept.
Fair-weather friends, no man does need,
Yet caution, people, do take heed:
If mankind turns upon its own,
And ties of old to winds are thrown,
We risk more than we know, I fear,
And all mankind may disappear.
These winds of change, that blow no good
Are swiftly killing brotherhood.