In a Perfect World
In a perfect world, we would love everyone,
our hearts would be open to all.
No ideologies would clutter our space,
our grievances would be small.
There'd be no prejudice, no ego trips,
our thoughts would find common ground.
The color of our skin would be artists' hues
the most lovely mixtures around.
The skies would always be deep blue,
with balmy white clouds floating by.
Sunsets so lovely they would last all night,
with comets trailing fire in the sky.
The lion and lamb would be good friends;
they'd romp in the morning dew.
Soon they'd be joined by the other beasts
no fear of a terrible zoo.
A tree would grow from a single seed
blown by a soft summer breeze.
As ideas can form from a single thought
Forming substance in times like these.
But life isn't a fantasy tale;
nor a web of wishes loosely spun.
In truth, there is much we need to correct.
In a perfect world, we would love everyone.
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