Heartfelt Idioms Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Deep inside my chest
behind the rise of my flesh
My heart resides
An address without numbers
A body quake that reminds
me of my own stability
When this one is done
hopefully the aftershock
of my heartfelt idioms
will still exist
More traffic jammed
minds will be unclogged
The artery of free thought
will again be enunciated
by a free world full of intelligence
The match that burns the ignorant
will hopefully one day be struck
by the hand of understanding
Misunderstood lives will finally
be cherished and admired
Poverty will be given a watchful eye
and a pocket full of support
I'm hoping for a realization by the rich
They will see that they hold so much
and that they can help a lot too
When will the world sleep with mostly good dreams?