If I had my way I would burrow
into the sand, dig a furrow
into the belly of this land
perhaps lift myself above the clouds
in some hot-air balloon
to check out the real colour of the sky
If I had my way I would compose
ticklish melodies
that make stern officials
giggle like amused urchins
If I had my way I would
whip up a potent concoction
a warm tangy brew to keep
pandemic flu at bay
If I had my way I would
coo like a dove and flap my wings
like a carefree eagle
If I had my way I would wrap
blankets around shivering bodies
while pumping some oomph
into weary souls daily choked
by licenced white knees pressed
on their necks
human beings struggling to breath
for five centuries
If I had my way I would
gracefully prance
like a springy gazelle
or if the situation demands
trumpet like an aggrieved elephant
One eye looking ahead
another eye watching my back
If I had my way I would stand still
and accept the droppings
deposited by songbirds on my forehead
as they twitter in their unpoliced language
merrily on their way to who knows
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