Friday, May 9, 2025

White Smoke

Perhaps the new pope

Can offer some hope

To those who are lost and in need,

But to ones who can’t cope,

At the end of their rope,

That improvement is not guaranteed. 


Though white smoke filled the sky

And no one can deny

The selection was balanced and fair,

Many skeptics will sigh

For the clergy on high

Can’t help everyone desperate for care.


To the faithful, this choice

Is a cause to rejoice

And we all, with respect, will take note,

But the world as of late

Is in such a sad state

It’s not likely to change with this vote.

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