In a perfect world
we wrap our children within love, beauty, and grace
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
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