If I Could Change the World

If I could change the world, I would do the unspeakable.
I would gather planet earth in the palm of my hands.
Take each piece, each strand.
Tie them together into seamstress bows, like flowers.
Mesh the emptiness together, the space between the countries.

If I could change the world, I would do the unthinkable.
I would uproot every vein woven into the earth’s floor.
I would polish the foggy three-hundred-sixty-five days. Even add more.
I would replace thunderstorms with mind-exfoliations.
I would replace rainclouds with birds.

I would replace never ending debates with songs about legendary romantics.
Replace the clamor of the evening news with the sweet tune of poetry. 

If I could change the world, I would do the unimaginable.
I would clean the smoke filled sky.
Make it so that the color of one’s skin is foreign to the eye.
And the continent on which our feet have kissed means no more than the ability to fly.

And the fact that different mother-tongues only means a work of art and nothing less.
I would pick out every letter from “I Have a Dream” and mix them in with the stars.
So they too, at night would shine and glow and remind us of painful scars.
So that we will never forget it.

I would put Rosa Parks’ glasses on the moon, for the moon to wear.
And give the moon a lock of her hair, to make the whole world stare—
And be reminded of the power of change.

If I could change the world, I would make the sea into a sapphire.
Clean and bright, with the sun’s light reflecting off of it.
No oil streaks or plastic; no magic, only compassion.

I would lay out the African plains like a painter’s canvas.
To be loved on, by any creatures without land.

If I could change the world there would be no such thing as hunger.
An empty stomach would roar, loud, just like thunder.
And pain could be healed with a kiss from the gentle winds.

Even on grey, wintry days, hearts would have the season of summer within.
Gold, glowing from rib cages like the planet sun.
I would plant opportunities in a garden of equality.
Seeds to sprout and grow, seeds of chance for everyone.

Emptiness, or a lack thereof would vanish upon the presence of a seed.
Fresh soil, the earth is glad to lend, to create something of beauty.
If I could change the world… large, gaping holes would be filled.
Diseases that steal could be swiped out and healed.

Science could reveal things never thought to ever be revealed.
The unspeakable, unthinkable, unimaginable.

If I could change the world, I would alleviate cuts yet to seal.
Headaches and the ache of varying prejudices wouldn’t be real.
Different would be loved and not judged.
Judgment would not be offered. Love would only be love, if I could change the world.
We would have no motive to speak against, or to wish ill.
We would have no motive to bully, or to use our words to kill.

If I could change the world, I would paint it in colors never seen before.
I would craft each hour in a day—all twenty four.
Mold it in my hands, like clay—until my fingers grew sore.

If I could change the world, I would smooth out every dent, every finger print.
Flatten out every lump, and smooth every edge.
If I could change the world,
I would search the dry lands of the Syrian Desert
Swim through the waves of the arctic sea.
Climb the walls of China, and the Eiffel tower, gaze upon the Parisian floor.
Wipe away the stains of injustice and hatred, until I no longer find anymore.

If I could change the world, I would travel.
Travel high, and travel low.
And the unfairness of discrimination, I’d throw.
Deep into the trenches of the earth.

 

 

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