How re-visions of holiday songs can help frame the vaules debate

Story:
The Ghost of Christmas Future

‘T Was the night before Christmas, when all through the streets
Every creature was stirring, they needed to eat;
The sufferers were ignored, nobody seemed to care,
Thin hopes of St. Nicholas had long disappeared;
The children were hidden all under their beds,
While visions of falling bombs crashed in their heads;
And soldiers in harms way, and I with my pen,
Had been using our brains, to bring this to end,
When out on the street the earth began to shatter,
I was surprised to see, to some this was no matter.
Away to my laptop, I wrote like a flash,
Tore open the books, I went through my stash.
The sense of urgency from needing to know
Gave the luster of learning which way to go,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But historic leaders, and dozens of volunteers,
With a little re-vision, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment this would do the trick.
More rapid than eagles my ideas they came,
And I thought, and studied, and listed them by name;
Now, Plato! now, Aristotle! now, Plutarch, and Homer!
On, Erasmus! on, More! on, Shakespeare and Clizia!
To the best of the best! To the find the wisest of all!
“Now debate away! debate today! debate with all!”
As the prepared will watch the wild hurricane fly,
Working to meet any obstacle, mount to the sky;
So just like a household they knew what to do,
With so many same interests, one principle was true.
And then, in a compromise, they agreed to this rule;
‘Do unto others, as you wish them to do unto you.’
As long as everyone fed, and were helping their town.
Down in history, healing the sick, this treaty is bound.
Advice dressed all in metaphor, from mother to daughter;
When catching bees with honey, plan to avoid slaughter…
A bundle of gifts and bribes flung will still lack;
If the prince looks like a peddler just opening his pack;
His eyes must they twinkle and his appearance merry!
His speeches spoken like poems, clever but not heavy.
His own little plan was drawn up like a bow
And the blog of his poet was written to show;
The price of freedom we value is never cheap.
And this message inspired the people on the street;
We have a broad base and a very active crew,
That should with the cash, have a leader that’s new.
He or she will be, benevolent to all,
And I laughed when I wrote them; Let us win next fall!
A wink of the eye and a twist on the words,
Soon will teach the flock, how to fly like birds.
He spoke not of pay, but went straight to his work,
And filled all of their heads; gently without a jerk,
And laying this maxim in front of their nose,
And, ‘From the ashes, so up the phoenix rose.’
He sprang to his blog, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, to teach, not to belittle,
Mercy is Love they exclaim; Health Care, Amnesty, Marriage Equality, that’s right!
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”

--Aspasia--