The new crusaders Jesus’ words discard

Now night has gone and  winter light returned
Bare trees  point  upward, as they fill with birds
I feel   the world is waiting for a sign.

The birdsong is so peaceful and benign
For they can’t read or speak a single word
And night has gone, will brightness  then return?

Is  pessimism   labelled as a crime?
As neighbour nations burn  their greeting cards
Though near despair, the lost wait for a  sign.

Although I’m old  my heart  and soul still yearn.
For love’s not dead, my ear says she has heard
As night has   fled and  lightness  quite returned

The refugees  seek help,  they are declined
As were  our Jews, with not dissimilar  words.
We,  love’s followers , must  give to  them  more time

We see the  leaders   brandishing   their swords.
The new crusaders Jesus’ words discard
Now night has come , Hanukkah  candles spurned.
Do the wise know fires of hell  can burn?