Friday, August 2, 2013

“In A Perfect World”

In a perfect world
we wrap our children within love, beauty, and grace
the fear
of heavy hands or words that scorch
of empty stomachs and lonely nights
of filth and destitution

In a perfect world
we protect the Mother
            the rape
                        of forest and field
                        of streams and oceans
                        of mountain peaks and sloping valleys

In a perfect world
we honor knowledge by encouraging free thought
            the condemnation
                        of different traditions
                        of diversity in truths
                        of multiplicity of dreams

In a perfect world . . .


Copyright 2013 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman





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    1. Thanks, Mary. It seems like I haven't written a poem in ages. This one had a longer gestation than most! Haha!