If every bomb
Appeared in the sky a dove
Shrapnel into rain
If vengeance vanquished
From the cursed lips of weak men
An idea never taking root
If every tank vanished
If by chance a miracle
Peace reclaims the land
If laughter broke out
Like wars fought with satire’s
Pugilist punning
What room would there be
For anger what bitter root
Not allowed to stretch
Its tentacles
Through the hearts of men hardened
By indifference
What will we bequeath
Our children if not a world
Evermore human
Copyright © 2024 by Tony Medina. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 19, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.