It Would Be Nice

For once I would like to walk a world that is built true and right Just once I would like to see a sunrise not filled with darkest night Yes I would like to see a caring hand reaching out to me Not trying to get in my pocket while telling me I am free The house of cards built in our yards trembling from the venal breeze Be very careful should that howling wind chance to make us sneeze Tumbling in that disaster scattered much like winters blowing leaves The ribs of our umbrella tattered remnants scattered upon polluted sod That glorious umbrella once covered by, “One Nation under God” . Puffy clouds are my dreams scattered upon the poisoned skies The stories of my childhood lay before my tear filled eyes Why you ask do I feel so low consumed with words so dark Experience accrued by living so long to me you should now hark Friends and strangers I tell you true it don’t have to be this way Truly we are the directors and writers of life’s glorious play Time to set aside our differences and join in common need Time to settle all the conflict driven by the greed Please remember when you’re driving do so with your eyes Because if you try to do it with your ears all of mankind dies. Look at all the strife, disenfranchised, social illness, hunger, and if that does tell you it is broke, broke, broke there is nothing more I can say, except goodbye.