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.
Reality hits,
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.
