Must friendship close our eyes to other’s faults
Or see then with a sweet and tactful eye?
On the door within must we place bolts?
Can we trust our instinct or revolt?
Who can tell if one of us has lied
Must friendship close our eyes to other’s faults?
Yet if our human values they assault
The warmth inside our heart like love is fey
On its door within must we place bolts?
Chamberlain met Hitler like a dolt
The Czecho-slovak state he’d occupy
Desire may blind our mind to others’ faults.
Into Warsaw came the Nazi boots
The Ghetto where the Jews stood up and died
On our memory’s door must we place bolts?
Did Stalin have a friend and if so why?
Hitler had a woman by his side
Must “friendship ” close our eyes to other’s faults
On the door within must we place bolts?
How my heart sings 