ON THE WAR

Outside my window 
Silent deer pad by
And birds of leisure 
Sing that all is well.

Now, at my command
A genie of technology 
Opens another window,
And here I witness Hell.

Oh, how I wish 
There was a dial
On my TV 
To let me stanch
The flow of blood  I see,

To tune the minds
Of Presidents and kings,
And turn hot thoughts
To brighter things.

But all that's way 
Beyond my reach. 
It's by example
That we teach,

And so I turn
Unto my life
And my relation
With my wife:

If  we can  live
In harmony, 
Our life will help
All that we see.