If only life were like a computer program.
I could simply delete the lies and deceit.
I could simply retrieve what I believe.
I could simply edit out every lout
and paste heroes to replace their disgrace.
I could share and button-down my despair.
I could control, alt, delete rancor and heat.
I could scroll down and out all who troll.
I could shift and place higher with a lift
all those deserving of such a gift.
I could highlight in bold those deserving the gold.
I could edit and replace every con-man and scrape-grace.
I could, if I would, but maybe should
not waste the time to forward and rewind
podcasts littering my mind.
But, I am human and neither prophet nor divine.
I am not even A I; just a person line by line
writing to face another day with distaste
for climate and wars showing such force
that destruction follows men’s course
and hope flows down mountains and wipes out
any doubt that my redoubt will succeed.
Too many lies run down from dark skies.
Too many clouds hide arms opened wide
to future peace and prosperity faced with asperity
while storm-trooper rise to bait and debate democracy’s demise.
Their faces bathed in hate’s light meant to cause fright
across every screen invade my dreams.
I cannot hit delete while I sleep fearing defeat.
If only life were like a computer those disputers
who lie line after line, could be sent to my trash.
If only, we could do that without a backlash.
We prepare protection against another insurrection.
We update our program to withstand hack attack.
Maybe life waits in accord for my touch on its board.
Maybe life does compute and refute every dispute.
annarino writes 