Taste and See

Food for thought was good while it lasted
From improvised justice many have fasted
The wicked sword is no match for the pen
Let us break bread with many women and men
Enjoying the feast that we are gormandizing
There is no longer the need for improvising
For we are given this day our daily bread
And by this sacred meal we may all be fed
At the altar of harmony and lasting peace
Where loaves and fishes miraculously increase
Blest are the multitude that now hunger and thirst
When the first will be last and the last will be first