What If

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What If

What if

they told me my hands

were for guns and gavels,

hard things that go bang.

What if

they told me my mind

was for making money and me,

profit over people, ching ching.

What if

they told me my body

was for going to exploited places,

a thudding of feet in procession.

What if

they told me my life

was my own, an individual thing,

a lone bell tolling in the capitalist mist.

But what if I want

something

different?

Soft hands that touch

lovingly and protect that

which is most vulnerable.

A  mind that blocks

out things of man:

the idiocy of money

and power and ego,

A body that makes love

and moves peacefully,

taking no sides, besides love,

A life that hasn’t won, but

is intricately entwined

with every other living thing,

A life lived quietly and silently

into itself until all is well.

Something

Different I want.

But what if…?

- By Michael Stolt

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