Tell me about a place
where pundits and politicians
have mastered how to use diplomacy
and mutual understanding
as weapons instead of missiles
and mustard gas.
Tell me about a place
where people can pay
their own medical bills
and insurance is obsolete
because no care is beyond
anyone’s means.
Tell me about how
people in that place
are different, but the same,
how they tolerate and respect
each other’s differences.
Tell me how people
in that place
all have flowers in the windows
of their freshly painted homes.
Then tell me that it’s not a story,
not fairy-tale fiction,
but the absolute truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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