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.