The World In Our Hands

The world in our hands would impair devils An unthinking thought more blissful Than a wish fulfilling shooting star Our missions would be charted out To go on our victory dance one step at a time For peacefully unifying the global eye The lines in the hand of child would be uncorroded With the scavenging paedophiles detonated And their gardens be filled with natural joys and play Food for the starving would be an essentia Hunger and water a distant call before going to bed Appetising the poor rather than greasing over fed palettes We would delve deep into the human vein Gushing with a universal religion of tolerance That binds all colours rather than undermining faiths Gigantic deeds would keep gory bloodsheds at bay And young valiants would keep hearts of their fair In strongholds for inopportune cataclysms Global warming would be of a season gone by Aerial reforestations and seed bombs for divergent climes Would be the neatest stuff rather than bloody nukes A day will come when life begins once again When dragons burn out the archetype evils and Dying values will sprout worldwide deliverance once again April 9, 2016 Dan Kearley