Within that magical moment
The world is at one and at ease
Everyone is loving their neighbour
And we have control of disease.
But it doesn’t last, it cannot last
It will all go back as before
To the dying from hunger and violence
To man’s unending desire for war.
One man plants a crop for food
But another man reaps the gain
The one making life from the profit
While another’s reward is just pain.
If a man is black, or yellow, who cares!
His blood like yours is red
The bullets or knives that pierce your skins
Would make you both as dead.
A man gets beaten in the street
His crime was being gay
Who gave those others the right to judge
Will prejudice never go away?
The ones with strength to dominate
Should nonetheless take heed
When they themselves are wanting help
Who’ll stay to fill that need.
I hear the ever-growing rains
They flood the town and field
Where hardship’s felt so gravely
Where man is forced to yield.
Perhaps we brought it on ourselves
We feel the need for so much
But there are so many with nothing
Who’d benefit from a gentle touch.
Back to that magical moment
It’s the one just before I awake
Where the next moment comes and it’s over
And it can’t be put right with a shake.
©Joe Wilson – A Magical Moment…and then it’s gone! 2014