Telephone man

Who can speak to me

From such great distances

Transcending spaces immeasurable

The magic placebo for life's lonesomeness

I can feel you close by

As intimate in your voice as you are far

What deviancy do you design?

Say hello

To the far-off people

The sometime friend

And holiday brother

Waiting just to die

Standing in line

For a ticket to escape

the discontented traveling

Here and there

Today and tomorrow

It is so difficult

To stay clean and clear

About the divisions

Between black and white

When so much gray

Clouds the world

The paradox of a mind closed

Immune from broader perspectives

Oblivious of a wider world

When by some graceful act

Of divine will

The closed mind becomes opened

Then there is no more reason

For the prejudice

Or the ignorance

And for war's disease

It is all relative

There are no absolutes in reality

One man's prejudice

Is another's truth

The games of love and hate

Are merciless and unfair

Lady luck thrown to the winds

No one's to blame

For the fate

Bestowed upon us