Coulda—woulda—shoulda Poem by Butch Decatoria

Would you if
Could you with
A gift of any wish
Granted /
Change
Beauty
Or what they deem to be
The ugly
in humanity
Simply (for one's own comfort)
To see and to shape
Satisfactorily
It's property…

Metamorphose.

So suppose
You could impose
Your willing whim on Man,
Or make refined
These grains of sand
To cry

Change sweet sugars
To sour lime

And with this power on a dime
Create your own heart
To love / to shine
Maybe even shape the world
With peaceful times! ?

As always
rain will fall
As war
Often loudly screams to be
Consistently and capitalistically
Decreed

A Disagreeing discord
Ever more......

But if you could
And if you should
With every beef and steer
Against the odds angst and deep
Defeatists' endearing fear
Educate the darkness
How it can be lifted by
A single spark,

Would you

If could you

Should have

With a gift
Of a single wish:
Recognize Our Heart

A good place to Always
Start...


(Stay true for you are Art)