Another
word is possible.
This is what my heart insists.
It's possible to learn, to grow,
to rediscover chances missed;
but
it’s not by war or weaponry
our future will be won:
a loving kindness serves us more
than missiles, armies, bombs and guns.
It’s suspicion undermines us;
and
our folly, and our greed;
our vices feed those fears that grow
to
shroud the light we need
to bud and bloom and show ourselves
in
all our lovely grace
and so live well, in harmony,
in justice, and in peace.
Now our madness overtakes us;
we are
beggars, we are thieves;
and, powerful or powerless,
we
share the same disease:
a corporate greed oppresses us
and
woos us with its honeyed lies.
Another world is possible –
so wake,
and shine – and rise.
Abigail Wyatt
