Imagine the time before the world war
When people could live behind an unlocked door
Before Pearl Harbor was bombed by Japan
Before the diary of a girl named Anne
Before Hitler and Germanyâ€™s Hell
Before survivors had a story to tell
Back when Jews were free to be
Back when there was no term â€œNaziâ€
Before the hate and devastation
Before African segregation
When life was just and fair to all
Before the Twin Towersâ€™ fall
Back in the years before Christ
Before a manâ€™s life could be priced
Before murder and before crime
Imagine living in this time
With nothing but serenity
When death had no identity
When peace and bliss were everywhere
Before creation of warfare
Imagine this, can you try?
Before there was reason to cry
Back when life was worth the time
When it was his or hers, not mine
Back when love was in the air
When people desired to care
Can you imagine this?
A world existing with such bliss.
No you canâ€™t, and wonder why
You canâ€™t imagine, though you try
Because this life was never true
Ever since the sky was blue
Peace has never been a fact
Just a concept, just abstract
And before you do see peace
You, yourself, will decease.
this was wonderfully written. it is hard to imagine that kind of life. but you know what? i live my life that way because i have found that there is so much more joy in life in the simple things, rather than the fighting and the hate, the gang wars, the violence...the fight to see who is cooler than the next by killing some innocent victim, or raping them. i am 32 years old, but I'm not that far removed as most would think from that kind of life style. for those that are out there that are under the age of 18, i know it's even harder for you now than when i was coming up. crack and drugs and violence became popular when i was your age, so i know about most of what you are going through. things in society will probably never change. there is always going to be somebody elses war to fight, you just have to seperate yourself from that sh*t, and try to live a life that has meaning, because when it's all said and done, we're just dead, there ain't no going back to fix anything.
The first part of the poem was making me worried about delusion. ;)
But the end is all the more poignant for the wishful start. Though I can't help but hope that one day we'll reach a state of peace. But, as you stated, that's obviously some time off (if it comes), and not in our lifetimes. Great poem.