moving metanoia

The other day, like any other day, the sun was rising

the moon leaving, dewdrops in their usual chores, birds chirping...

It's possible to have a no-weapon world,

to wash dirty battles from the bloody minds

no enemies, no conflicts, no feuds of any kind.

The Cloud from the hearts, completely cleared

like the sun, rose from us the red warm peace,

shifted the minds with a powerful charming ease.

Grass is greener on this side.

It’s easy to make everyone happy.

Borders now, an unmanned formality,

everyone sings the tune with unmatched alacrity

facts lying dead are crime and poverty.

Insecurities from every land perish and wither,

no scarcity; sea water science converts into drinking water

no immigration, no computer virus, no firewall

businesses flow, flourish with unending wherewithal.

Globalization and localization see themselves as twins

army has a new role; to protect us from calamities unforeseen, 

all countries are rich, at the helm of their success

affluence is here for good, to stay at its best.

Of their neighbours’, countries safeguard the interest,

scientists, artists, leaders are working without rest.

New seed emerges from the inmost living heart,

operas change their content, not the ardour and the art.

Stones have moved from the eyes and the ears,

sparkling are the stars that were hidden for years.

The earth!! O the earth! Earth is the Eldorado, it is our Eden.

It was here since time as our golden diamond garden.

The new-found land; a usual day brings,

the world is now seen as one human being.

Clots completely cleared, every cell’s healing.

If all countries gain, our living heaven wins

if any country fails, our glorious garden loses;

this is the riff my world now chooses!

The shift in the mind we bring into fruition

a real change emerged, an engaging competition.

*metanoia, an ancient Greek word (μετάνοια) meaning "changing one's mind".