From Innovation To Charity Poem by Saul Palti

Democracy I shout aloud from within tyranny
blast the ones who gloat their final word
let all be known of Jesuses thrown
his cross which parched under the sun

the true beauty of the sky
who tilts scales
with his parchment remaining for the one whole delivers
to solve and distribute himself for others
is his glory his graces eloquently say

art the love of my only passion
righteous and glorious as his mid winter
folding hands introducing questions bound
of answers not intended

move on till each gets their way
individuals with our owned opinion
contributing more than my knowledge relates
as looks do see and watch each community

chase after the rest to walk in the sun
and become your hero turning at gifts
shivering older after each breath
and fear not awaking after death