What if a country could win every war
without having to fire a shot
And if the fruit that we bought at the grocery store
would always stay fresh-- never to rot
And what if we choose all the news we could use
and not lose or confuse what we've got...
Would you still cross your T's--
say, 'bless you! ', at a sneeze--
and above all your I's place a dot
What if the soldiers put away every gun
when their ears heard the sound of attack...
What if the enemy decided to run
not waiting around to fight back
When the earth turns away, at the end of the day
from the face of the fiery sun...
What if the night that we knew,
had begun to turn blue
instead of fading to black
The day is done-- you've had your fun...
Now it's time to hit the sack
Do you finally decide
to lie on your side
after you've tried to pry the windows a crack
Or do you cover your head as you sit there in bed
as you discover we're at war in Iraq
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An enjoyable read! Well done! x