oh to be

in a world

that is seen

as more cold and mean

oh to be

in a time

where days just fly by

and both the sun and moon

are out at the very same time

oh to be

among those

that value dollars over lives

and warped within the mind

oh to be

in areas that have 

far less trees 

than ever before

oh to be

on the brink 

of so many wars

both seen and unseen

oh to be

in a reality that 

is shaped by more

illusion than actual freedom

oh to be

hated for just about anything

and especially the things

that naturally cannot be changed

oh to be

fed a steady diet of lies

and altered history

in more ways than one

oh to be 

shunned for simply

telling the truth 

and being brave enough 

to move in the opposing direction

oh to be 

in a society

that is a recipe for disaster

rather than do what is necessary 

for sustainable real change 

and oh to be 

writing this poem

that could go on 

and on referencing 

even more things, that we face

and are upon us now

all while living and existing

along both lines of the 

hidden and exposed

the light and shadowy

oh to be

oh to be

oh to be

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