According to Joe
A spirit thrust me to the Middle Ages
When kings and vassals all set sail
On a holy crusade with knights and pages
To the east in search of the Holy Grail.
"My liege," I asked, "will we kill and ravage?
Is not taking life a profanity?"
"No problem, Joe, collateral damage
We are advancing our faith, Christianity."
Is it king or country to which I am bound?
Do I close my eyes and follow along?
Can I search until the truth is found?
Is it possible that the king is wrong?
I now find myself on foreign soil
With a premonition that's hard to believe.
The Holy Grail is a hoard of oil.
That being so, I must take my leave.
Daily headlines inspire the poet in Joe Gedan, a retired U.S. magistrate judge who lives in Honolulu. His observations on the news appear on Sundays and Fridays.