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
slayed
In a perfect world
we protect the Mother
the rape
of forest
and field
of
streams and oceans
of
mountain peaks and sloping valleys
eradicated
In a perfect world
we honor knowledge by encouraging free thought
the condemnation
of
different traditions
of
diversity in truths
of
multiplicity of dreams
abolished
In a perfect world . . .
Copyright 2013 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
Thanks, Mary. It seems like I haven't written a poem in ages. This one had a longer gestation than most! Haha!
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