Let's Dream

poem about our sick sad little world

What if each person
had someone to converse with
intimately
every available minute in the day
and people smiled more
cause there was no sadness
and all children laughed
and families were “families”?
What if truth
remained virtuous
and no one cried
and all people
held hands and loved
while a bright sun shone through white clouds
with silver linings?
But all is naught.
It is but a passing thought
an unattainable dream.
Hopeless.
We are.
The sun shines through smog
and a depleted ozone
and children are hungry
children are abused
and families consist of one parent
and we all laugh at truth
know nothing of virtue.
The children of tomorrow
were always dead
even before they were born.