The Rabbi always said that
the highest form of justice
would be to teach a man to fish,
rather than to donate fish to him.
The Rabbi in question is now
long dead, and in so many places
teaching a man to fish will only
enable him to poison his family.
We have laid waste to ouir world
assuming someone will clean it up
for us, and we do throw money
as our attempt at atonement.
So perhaps we should give
out brooms, and hope for the best.
Beautiful poetry. As sweet as always.
sad. or perhaps– poignant.