I've chosen to live in a perished land, 

Where butterflies are gold and not harvested;

Where all land is green and all wind is enliven; 

Where wars are fought for cause, not liquids, or rocks, or poise; 

Where God does not mean hate and no one is maimed for love; 

Where ashes fall from nature instead of brought-down bombs; 

Where peace-bringers are left to live and not drowned or blown apart; 

Where all hearts yeild observance and concern; 

Where humility is not a crime; 

Where daughters have fathers; 

Where parents can feed their children; 

Where children play with non-lethal toys; 

Where hands are held or left to be. 

But this land is a dream because it will never be.