Cure The World Poem by John Sensele

Cure an aching planet
With love and compassion
Glued to clues on the internet
Which grabs your ardent attention.

Cure the world of sorrow
Sown so freely
By financial muscle tomorrow
With neither consideration nor compassion daily.

Cure the world of terrorism
Married to religion
Twisted to fanaticism
Driven by a mogul pigeon who dumps captives in a Guatanamo dungeon.

Cure the world of superpowers
Who veto
Wholesome UN resolutions in small hours
Because voices of reason sting their corny toe.