If I sang

If I sang I think I would
sing of unpolluted rivers
and of long forgotten natives,
all their peacefulness and good
interaction with the earth.
I would sing of long lost truths
and the things which were held worth.
I would sing about the youths,
absent fathers, absent mothers
and that drugs lead to disaster.
I would sing about our sons
dying in a foreign land
and the anguish of their mothers
and again of all the others
who seek justice to the end.
I would bring alive those words:
Palaces from alabaster
where the rich live undisturbed
yet lean hard against the poor,
I for sure will add what’s missing:
lack of love and lack of hope
and the shameless politicians
who would tell us how to cope,
taking funds for their own cause
but deprive the state of money,
steal from brothers and from sisters
filling their own pots of honey.
I would sing about old people
and the loneliness they feel
among brothers, among sisters,
these infested wounds and blisters
only love and peace can heal.
I would like to sing like Orpheus
who brought even rocks to cry.
With his singing he tamed lions
bringing tears into their eye.
He brought peace to many things
that would listen to his music.
Even winds and seas were calming,
when he sang, thereby disarming
devils clad in angel wings.