In a perfect world, there’d be no wars,
famine, poverty, no settling of scores.
In a perfect world, there’d be contentment,
smiles, goodwill, no resentment.
In a perfect world, there’d be love and laughter,
stories would end happy ever after.
In a perfect world, boys become men,
don’t go to war wondering when
they’re likely to die, shot through the head;
blood spattered youths, wasted, now dead.
In a perfect world, there’d be no politicians,
men in suits, no opposition.
In a perfect world, there’d be no mental illness,
plagues or disease, just a sense of well – ’ wellness’
but the World is not perfect, no Utopia, hence,
nothing is certain, little makes sense.
© Liola Lee 2010
So little makes sense in a warring world!
Great post 😄
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Thank you! 🙂
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