Jake Cosmos Aller writes

Strong Wine

One night

I was staring

In my wine glass

Deep in thought

When I saw

Something in my wine

That haunts me still

I saw in the bottom of the glass

Evil doers abandon evil

And became saints

I saw rich men give up

Their awesome greed

And poor people

Awarded dignity

And all men

Became brothers

All women

Became sisters

And war ended once and for all

And peace broke out

And hatred disappeared

And I stared

Into my glass wine

I drink the wine

Hoping the vision

Would infect me

And change the world

But alas the world

Remained the same

The evil doers came back

The rich continued to conspire

And the poor still remained poor

And the war continued on and on

So I drank my wine

And went to sleep

The Wino -- Edvard Munch