Because We Can

We can all get along you know,

it is a simple remedy,

we can understand we’re different like the same,

with all the normal capacity.

We could laugh again instead of tears,

of hypocrisy.

We could look at language, skin color,

different sets of teeth,

only know that just today we discovered

we could occupy the same

state of mind.

We could be that idyllic universe

we talk about in only bumper stickers.

We might know each now, instead of knives and war machines,

maybe Skye & Facebook & Twitter, and the fucking telephone

would be a way to stop the hate.

We could grow a set of

roses

and share in all the world’s delight.

We could, they might know we all might

if we just would,

we could.