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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.
Copyright ©
Ilene Bauer
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