But
where would we be without our imagination?
Birds
with clipped wings doomed to their thin legs
Orphans
begging for affection in a world afflicted with cold,
Shapeless
clouds in a finite sky,
Where
would we be?
If
all has to make sense and sense was as common as greed and hatred
If
light came only from a lamp
And
Truth, never from the horse's mouth.
Where
would we be if a bomb were just a bomb,
And the child lying dead in a pit, merely a
sacrifice for power
Where
would we be if the decimation of a population
Became
somebody's tea party conversation
If
the God we prayed was the one they paid
If
the brothers we knew were the ones who threw us to the Lion?
Where
would we be if words were not free
If
ideas got smothered before their fires burn
If
water was for sale
And
money not for all
If
the very air we breathe
Wasn’t
as pure as we had thought?
Where
would we be if Love became a game
And
health became a pill
Oh
blackest of all markets we buy what we can’t sell
Where
would we be if music lost its soul
And
art became a prank?
No
Beauty ever thrived in a dark box in a bank
Where
would we be? Just here,
The
when …would be just now
Where
would be?? Just here
The
question should be HOW?
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Beautifully written! Thanks for sharing.
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