The Menorah by the River

Every year, there’s a menorah

As a neighborhood display,

But when I walked past, I noticed

It was missing – what the hey?

 

So I went to check it out and

I was shocked at what I found.

It was moved from its location,

All its branches on the ground.

 

It appeared to have been vandalized,

Like others where I live.

Such a sad and shocking crime,

It would take effort to forgive.

 

To discover this on Christmas,

When the spirit should bring peace,

Hammers home the point that hatred

In this world will never cease.