The Hope Machine
I’ve got this little hope machine I always carry round.
When I want some hope I lay it on the ground.
It conjures up the hopes and dreams of the whole wide world
Of every man and woman and every tree unfelled.
The hope machine is built of dreams
Of how the world might seem
For every man, woman and child
And everything that’s wild.
If only our politicians could access my machine
They’d create a world not half so mean
A world in which all had a place
And no web is left unlaced.
So share with me my hope machine
Together we could love and dream
And put the world to right
Our hopes would set the universe alight.
Opher – 21.5.2020