"Will the people in the cheaper seats clap your hands? And the rest of you, if you'll just rattle your jewelry."

Over stimulated, compassion simulated, I've traded myself for a coin. Commercialized, desensitized, I said I'd never join. Give me that gold, I want your clothes, I need those gems and jewels to hold! Stuff my face and stretch my gut, fill my cup with liquid crutch. More, more, I still want more! What guilty pleasure is next in store? I think I'm sick, I'm selfish for sure. I've lost all virtue in a senseless war. Ideals are just words, let's be real. I can't live as a pauper, there's zero appeal. Still, I can imagine...

Today I remember a simple man. He asked us to imagine a united land. No dividing lines or claims of mine, no righteous kills or shiny dimes. All of us kin in the same round home, brothers and sisters ‘neath a starry dome. Take my bread and drink my cup. If you can laugh and sing, you can make potluck. Give peace a chance so we can all advance, there's no good reason for a violent stance. Love is all you need, all you need is Love. Nothing says neighbor, like a smile and a hug.

Imagine...