“What If…”

What if we all flew away,

And at dawn went running out,

Straight into the break of day,

Forgetting every fear and doubt?

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What if we left this fallen place,

And pulled away from all we knew?

Removing even the slightest trace,

Of all the things we thought were true.

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What if we stormed the rusty gates,

Of the Fortress of Compromise?

Knowing inside the enemy awaits,

As we filled the air with battle cries.

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What if we demanded resolution,

And a change inspired?

What if we cleansed the world’s pollution,

And burned with holy fire?

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What if we never paused to question,

What in our hearts we knew was right?

Set aside our resignation,

And boldly stood to fight.

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August 16, 2005

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Author’s Note: I really wanted this poem to be a challenge to my generation. I think that we are very unwilling to stand up and fight for what is right, and more ready to live existentially without affecting anyone or anything around us. I confess, this poem did not turn out as well as I had originally hoped, but maybe it is good enough to get my point across. Reviews are very much appreciated.