We Can but Merely Imagine
Looking up at the stars,
Imagining a world where words don’t wound or mar.
Being in ore of such a majestic sky,
That blankets an unsympathetic world below,
Leaving it so callously blind.
It appears society is uncomfortably mellow.
Looking up at the enthralling sun,
Imagining a world united as one.
As the sun turns to dust,
Hatred is in our midst.
Carved in young hearts, put out to rust.
Looking up at the humble moon,
Imagining a world of peaceful commune.
It appears that all of us stumble and fall,
Searching for scraps of redemption,
Dying on nothing but a lost cause.
Time is all but facing eternal extinction.
Looking to humanity,
Imagining a world with some respect,
Some age of reason or sanity.
With cynicism our future is in our hands,
Like children we play it much like a game,
Continually civilisation buries its head in the sand.
Mere mortals we may be, though we’re still to blame,
Soon we will endure our untimely end.