If words could free the missing
from the perils of their unknown pain
we might see the streets filled again
with laughter, children, delightful screams.
If words could free the lonely
longing stares in sideways mirrors,
drifting time zones, hurtful glances
might dissipate with passion in our hearts
If words could free the angry
we might see less of the fury
of disconnected families; of nations
wondering why it became so ugly
If words could free the back alley argument,
the ones where people yell
long before they ever understand
we might know a different sort of peace
If words could free the ignorant mind
that seeks to destroy their neighbor
for the color of their skin, we might
then know the reality of humanity.
If words could free the politics
of living with our own beliefs,
then maybe someday we might
understand the human condition.
If words could free we might know love.