And Here Is To Hoping…

If humanity survives

another hundred years

here is to hoping

that they look back at us

in complete and utter disgust…

and here is to hoping

that America is not still in Afghanistan

and that Gaza is not still under siege

and here is to hoping

that cops are not still murdering black people with impunity

and here is to hoping

that, in another hundred years

there will be something resembling unity

and here is to hoping

that fossil fuels are forever

left buried in the ground

and that there will be no more war

and no more refugees drowned at sea

and here is to hoping

that, in another hundred years

humanity will be free

from greed,

from hate

and from fear

and here is to hoping

that the truth will have prevailed

and our souls won’t be for sale

and humanity will have evolved

passed using jail as a remedy

for poverty

and here is to hoping

that there will be no more poverty…

that no human being on earth

will be a commodity

and here is to hoping

that, in another hundred years

people won’t have to be coping

sticking needles in their arm

and crying in their beer

there will be no more self harm

and they’ll all be thinking clear

and here is to hoping

that they will see the error of our ways

and realize that only aloha pays

and here is to hoping

that, in another hundred years

they’ve harnessed all of the sun’s rays

and that they look back and say

capitalism was just a phase

and here is to hoping

that they’re looking deep inside

but they also pride themselves

in gazing out at the stars

and here is to hoping

that they’ve evolved past sitting at bars

and they’re dancing around camp fires once again

and here is to hoping

that women are equal to men

in the eyes of the people

and the state

and here is to hoping

that what we see today

is not our fate

and here is to hoping

that, in another hundred years

love has conquered hate

and there are no more gates

and walls

and locks

and here is to hoping

that, in another hundred years

humanity will be able to think

_______________________________ outside the box

and here is to hoping…

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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