I wish sometimes that I could 
Pause this mad, sad world of ours
Just make it static, less erratic 
For a few peaceful hours

I wish sometimes that I could
Travel to 1945
Put a spanner in-genius things 
That now maim and unalive

I wish sometimes that I could 
Get into the minds of men
To fathom whence the ego-angst
Comes seething, storming in

I wish sometimes that I could 
Put my arms around the babes
As ceilings and beams are pulverised 
Sealing off all escape

I wish that I could look into 
The eyes of the “chosen” hoard
As they rape, ruin and raze
In the name of a furious god 

I wish that I could for a while
Wield the zen of the universe
To open up her veins, to let 
Her essence truly gush forth 

I wish that I could make our world 
A softer place to be
Cotton-balled for a little haul
A pearl-feathered reprieve

I wish that I could wish and sometimes
Wishes indeed came true
But every time I open my eyes
Reality flogs anew.