PAD Challenge Day 1: he got the whole world in his hands
PAD Challenge Day 1: Write a new world poem.
he got the whole world in his hands
I wanna wake up with an
Aladdin and Jasmine type of vibe;
I’m Feeling Good like Nina Simone
“and this old world, is a new world”
where everyone and their cerebral is free;
their veins, morphine and oxytocin free
and their blood, disease free.
I mean the only Cancers alive
are the ones born in June and July.
There are no spotted two-faces,
brown noses, shallow lips or
histories of whipped backs
or concentration camps
that’ll make you lose your concentration.
There are no heartbreaks
and heartburns as the old-world turns.
There are no worries about how
the babies will eat sleep learn tomorrow.
No stressing about life’s lessons
and shaky sorrows.
Our eyes can easily tally
billions of happy feet and joyful tears
without the addition of laughing fears.
There are no perils walking along
our paths or pebbles in our shoes.
The shades of hate RIP in hell; and
the color of love is the
only hue we’ll choose.
God’s air is so sweet and silent-
you don’t have to close your eyes
to hear Amazing Grace whispering
between the trees.
Naturally, peace and harmony
will lay themselves
over the 7 continents and 7 seas.
I wanna wake up with 20/20 vision
to see humans acting
like human beings without
gender, age, race, politics, religion,
inheritance, kinship, and position
operating by the old world's division.
I wanna see leaders leading us;
not leaving us.
I wanna hear the gospel;
not the hypocrite.
I wanna look like brothers and sisters;
not like profit and property.
I wanna wake up to only
see time moving against me
And the only thing I want to fight
for is another breath to simply show that
“he has his hands on me too”.