Dreamer

You may have some great ideas, Feel like changing the world, You’d like things to run your way (Wouldn’t it be lovely if your dog’s tail were curled?) You feel that there’s much, too much, war And malnutrition and poverty should go. That the arms race is the bane of mankind, And streets painted with terrorists’ gore. You are sad at the pollutionary havoc That mankind has brought down on its head, You weep tears for the blighted landscape, And wish back an Eden instead. You’d like it if men were one family Living in harmony and peace, Striving towards nobler ideals, Their varying conflicts to cease. I know we’d all like to play God, To change things, have powers without limit. But since we are just playthings and fleeting We can wish and wish and just dream it.