A much nicer World…
Can we beat the odds
And burn our old gods
And face our future
Rid of our sutures
Our old wounds healed
Our faith congealed
Our compass point
showing the way
to something sweeter than today?
to something much nicer than now.
Will what lives in the hearts
of those who fight with their dreams and their art
On today’s soul-pained earth
Prove to be stronger
Much righter than wronger
Than the great big dearth
Of all that has worth
Of love, of life and of hope
all those things at which
we who have too much
still blindly grope.