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,
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
and share in all the world’s delight.
We could, they might know we all might
if we just would,