If I could rewrite slivers of my life I would
Insist on my grandsons, their sun and fun being on my list
Where priorities in diverse varieties in mood
Tone, spirit and letter would shred any sorrow cyst.
If I could spend the rest of my life vending
Amending, attending to the poor and mending fences
Each morning, each evening, I'd gladly insist on appending
Signatures on ligatures and literatures that obliterate offences.
If I could stray in the path of radiant rays of emancipation
That frees mental slaves from trees of bigotry
Driven by the dozen in denizens of annihilation
I'd willingly strive to energise and fraternize fairness and frankness symmetry.
If I could decide with pride presidential election processes
I'd weed out reeds of intransigence and feeds of false news tweets
From social media where malice and avarice stresses
Lumped on a nation with no supplication and sublimation sweets.
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