Suddenly changed to be everything that is good?
The purpose of life would be hopelessly swirled.
Nothing could be anymore understood.
If the guns changed to squirt guns
If the fires turned to smoke.
If people took away all the
bad things they spoke.
But then nothing would change,
Nothing could be taken.
The far reaches of us would rearrange,
Leaving everything shaken.
Bad is not good,
But it is necessary to hope
To understand what could
Be if there was only good.
