Divided?

It isn’t as if
We can wish things away
If we could
We all would be
Kings for a day

We’d wish for an end
To plague, famine and war
And that’s just
A start of what
We would wish for

We’d wish to bring down
All corruption and greed
Injustice
And tyranny
That we don’t need

We’d wish to see Hate
And his brother Despair
Far banished
And replaced by
Their sibling Care.

And what is so strange
When you think of this right
Is we all
Wish these things – so
Why must we divide?

E.M. Swift-Hook