What If ?

What If?

What if the sky burned red in the morning, 
not from war, not from fire, 
but from a love too bright to dim, 
a warmth too strong to ignore? 

What if the rivers ran gold, 
not for pockets, not for greed, 
but to remind us we were always rich, 
just too blind to see? 

What if a child, skin dark as the earth, 
walked through this world without fear, 
without whispers behind closed doors, 
without hands that push instead of pull? 

What if we tore down the borders, 
the ones built in fear, in hunger, in hate, 
and called each other kin, 
not stranger, not enemy, but home? 

What if the hands that built this world, 
weathered, cracked, forgotten, 
finally held something more than struggle, 
finally rested in the justice they were owed? 

What if love was not a trade, 
not a bargain, not a game, 
but a force so wild and full, 
it lifted the broken, the tired, the unseen? 

What if? 
What if? 

Or maybe, just maybe,
we stop asking, 
and start making it real.

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