If we cannot have every cruel calcareous sunk into the earth and buried for infinitum sucked into the ground leached from every ether so as not to be even but an intangible scent
We will have crowns of smiles, and fields of fauna, and spears of warmth
Zapping
Like blades of light
And right will be right and be our might
If we cannot have each greedy giant cease with bloating we will have years of laughter floating on the scent of lovers in each other’s arms on balmy spring near summer evenings cleaving tears from fears from flesh
No longer near misses bodies filled with kisses
If we can’t have each evil gale from voices booming
And every tempestuous temperament snarling snuffed
Then we will wail with joy up to the moon and it will quiver and it will shake from where it watches and the oceans all will cheer and we will rest our very best and most redeeming
If we cannot eradicate ailments and all injustice on every path then we will raise up sacred shields and shelter all who are afflicted And from our crowns down to our heels we will not yield but we will rise a chorus like the dawn to soothe their suffering
We will breathe our softest breath and they will fall because we will have this all
