Let's invent a new world:

A world where smiles are money.
Work is art,
And wealth is living with little.

A world where kindness is technology,
Empathy is politics,
And sympathy a medicine.

A world where revenge is forgiveness,
War is waged against weapons and waste,
And justice is done for abuses to nature.

A world where
There is no
I or My or Our.

This world will never be
You're thinking; i see,

Maybe we could just sit down,
And start inventing it,
In this critical slowdown.

This poem has no poetic rhyme
It doesn't deal with time
Because I wrote it in no time
It isn't worth a dime
It's more bitter than a lemon or a lime
It has no aspiration of the sublime
Perhaps I'd better become a mime.

Do we need rifles to shoot the virus?
Do we need borders to stop the pandemic?
Do we need a rich philanthropist to provide us with a vaccine?
Do we need poverty to show off wealth?
Do we need the eight wealthiest people to spread social welfare?
Do we need an enemy to win an election?
Do we need drugs to find peace of mind?
Do we need fashion bloggers to mean that I'm better than you?
Do we need fake news to approach truth?
Do we need religions to be brothers and sisters?
Do we need to attack to feel safe?
Do I need to win to forget that I'm lost?

Every piece of my mind and my heart says
Please, Peace.