Poetry – The Magic Word

The Magic Word

I’m looking for that magic word

That could change the whole world.

It doesn’t exist.

 

I’ve tried stringing words together

To create a supernatural sequence

They simply can’t resist.

 

I’ve resorted to writing stories

To capture mystical connections

And will not desist.

 

In frustration I’ve tried whole novels

To recite the esoteric truth

With clenched fist!

 

The reality finally hit home

That there is no magical solution

But I will persist!

 

Opher – 3.1.2020

 

 

When I look around me at all the horrendous problems of the environment, war, poverty, overpopulation and cruelty I throw my arms up in despair.

It seems to me that the solutions are so very simple. There is no need to create a hell-hole out of the planet. It is purely greed and selfishness that creates this mess. There is plenty enough to go around.

It strikes me that all we need is better management and leadership with compassion, altruism and fairness.

But that is far too much to ask for.

What is that magic word to put things right?

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