It is a lovely thought to imagine that one day this turbulent species of ours will mature, that all the stupidity of violence, hatred, racism, sexism and war will be consigned to the history books.
Instead of being directed by selfish greed we will build a new future of love, harmony and peace. We will live sustainably and at peace with the rest of nature and no longer feel pleasure at other creatures pain.
We can all dream.
It is a vision worth working towards.
I wrote this poem in the hopes that the future will only contain the psychological fossils of all the nasty things. Hatred and cruelty will be psychological dust in the human psyche. Their memory will be so faint that there will nothing of their form left.
We will all be the happier.
I work towards creating psychological dust.
PSYCHOLOGICAL DUST
One day xenophobia
will begin to rust.
People will smile
and help each other
And fall about in lust
They’ll make the world a better place
Solve every problem — just
And hate and war
And nastiness
Will become
Psychological
Dust
OPHER 11.5.98