Notre dame
(After those riots)
And let there be light, he
said in a raised voice,
So that we may set our
sight, give praise and good choice,
They removed the apostle
statues from the parapet,
Two days later there was nowhere
to return them to,
A fire took hold, perhaps
it was set,
All concerned will find
the truth,
The roof has burned, and
fallen to the floor,
So too the spire, which
once stood tall,
A lot to be learned, whether
rich or poor,
The cost of this fire, to
be paid for by all,
Collections made, design
and rebuild,
Never mind the cost, the
money will be found,
Memories fade, riots by
the skilled,
Jobs were lost, above and
below ground,
Macron and Trump, having a
chat on the phone,
Cash from his wall, will
help to rebuild,
War machine countries, are
never alone,
Out went the call,
engineers who were skilled,
Suddenly there is money,
to rebuild this old church,
Where none was before,
when needed for the needy,
When the homeless are
running, left out in the lurch,
In the doorways of stores,
subjects of the greedy,
And let there be light in
a raised voice he said,
The roof fell in yet no
one was dead,
So many millions in cash
is now found,
Yet when it was, so
needed, there was none around.
