If their expressions carved in stone
could move once again,
their expressions would remain stony.
The dysfunction
we allow to continue functioning
Their gardens,
now flowering with pollution
How the flame of hatred
continues to burn
Posted in response to the challenge Founders.
The aliens saw Earth and left.
With my one and only life,
I plan to think and dream,
no matter if my ideas are rife,
no matter how extreme.
I’ll climb the highest mountain,
figurative or real.
My dreams, I‘ll keep on countin’,
If I can walk through the rain,
I can run in the sun,
even when it feels like the downpour
will never stop.
Because even if it doesn’t for a long time,
umbrellas will be offered
from hands I love to hold
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