what would it look like
my country ‘tis of thee
if we lived in peace
would it spread
like winter sun
adding 
minute by minute
warmth to a frozen soil
would our spirits burst forth
in measureless hues
how could we see this
would a film
fall from our eyes
or the taste of malice
finally pucker our lips
so many times
we learned to avoid it
could possibly
we become smarter
until with one voice
we ascend
virgins anew
to boundless possibilities

 
Copyright © Rose Lobel, 2006
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