If the Poets Ran the World

If the poets ran the world...
The sky would bear and bleed a million more colors
With the exception of the depressed who wouldn't bother
Every newborn would be held and loved by all mothers
Except for teenage boys rhyming to get at their daughters
War would be a word without need or definition
But the contrarians who would equate it with the human condition
The sun would shine and moon rise on intuition
But the Psalmist would take offense at messing with God's Creation
Love and fun would be our world currency so everyone would be wealthy
Save those goth kids who would exchange suicide notes as  currency
If the poets ran the world.