Beyond This Pollution

Beyond those polluted seas of minds,

Beyond those suffocative land of judges,

There will be my world, with love and affection,

pure and holy, sweet and sour,

Just for humanity love and cure.

Not Mars nor Pluto, not swords nor guns

could survive. Sustainability rule had to be revised,

mortality to love and hatred had to be immortalized,

'cause here in this pollution anonymization was a pun.

Faces would be bare,

without those perfectly sculptured masks of perfectness.

Bodies would be free,

without those black mourning dresses to mourn their own personalities and call themselves a hero.

Money would lose its stand,

empathy would stand in command.

Beggar or distributor, human will be human.

My world could also be named a little heaven.

In this polluted world I am in,

I would create a world out there, pure and holy,

adorned with legends and glories.

For people with love, care and hearts full of affection.

There will be a world, without even a fragment of fake perfection.