I Want
I want no more suffering
(I am sure we have all seen enough)
I want audacious children only learning
About pain through history books
Bemoaning its irrelevancy.
I want petty fights melting back into an embrace
Broken bones pop and grow back into place
Hearts tore at the seam sewing itself anew
Bullets rolling back into the barrel
Rubble stretching back into houses and
Houses back into homes
I want Laertes' sword sliding
Back into its sheath.
I want the child of Omelas crawling
Out of the room and into the sun.
I want the lottery box to creak and
Spit out nothing.
I want god himself to look
Down at the world and say
No more, no more of this.