To Wash the World of Fear
If a cure for hate was contagious.
If peace was a virus.
Would we cary it from town to town?
Would we fly it into another country?
Airborne soldiers dropped.
Would it sweep the world
like a storm?
Hurricane force winds swarm.
Infecting our minds and media.
News channels changed
from stories of war and terror near,
to stories of the hearts of mankind healed.
Working in unison towards
a better world.
Today, I’ll start the cure with a smile.
If we make eye contact I’ll say, “Hi.”
I’ll keep doing this until I die.
If you are friend or family I’ll say,
“I love you.”
For the hard cases it will take time.
But one day, you’ll repeat it back to me
and we’ll share that moment in quiet.
Because we can.
Because it might be the last time.
The last words we both ever here
To wash the world of fear.