I Don’t Want
Kisses to shut down,
Blood to be sold.
The wind to be bought,
Or breaths to be obtained.
I Don’t Want
The wheat to burn and bread to scrimp.
I Don’t Want
There to be coldness in the houses,
Or terror in the streets,
Nor rage in one’s eyes.
I Don’t Want
For lips to encase secrets,
Or coffers to conceal millions,
Nor the innocent be locked up.
I Don’t Want
The creek to function without water,
The sailor to travel without a compass,
The factory not to have flowers,
The aurora not to be visible in the coal mine,
For teachers not to laugh.
I Don’t Want
Mothers not to wear perfumes,
Young women to be loveless,
For fathers not to have their drinks.
Children not to have presents,
On Christmas Eve.
I Don’t Want
For the earth to split in half,
For the oceans to be divided,
The winds to be claimed by flags.
There to be symbols on uniforms.
I Don’t Want
For children and mothers to march,
With guns perched on their shoulders;
Nor missiles to be launched
Or missiles ever to be fabricated.
I Don’t Want
Them to send me whoever,
And look them in the eyes,
Only to have them shot in front of me.
I Don’t Want
For them to adhere postage stamps on me,
Send me to countries unknown,
Or for them to hide true poetry.
I Don’t Want
To love in secret,
Cry in secret,
Sing in secret.
And even more…
I Don’t Want
Them to tape my mouth shut
When I say ‘I DON’T WANT…'
Kisses to shut down,
Blood to be sold.
The wind to be bought,
Or breaths to be obtained.
I Don’t Want
The wheat to burn and bread to scrimp.
I Don’t Want
There to be coldness in the houses,
Or terror in the streets,
Nor rage in one’s eyes.
I Don’t Want
For lips to encase secrets,
Or coffers to conceal millions,
Nor the innocent be locked up.
I Don’t Want
The creek to function without water,
The sailor to travel without a compass,
The factory not to have flowers,
The aurora not to be visible in the coal mine,
For teachers not to laugh.
I Don’t Want
Mothers not to wear perfumes,
Young women to be loveless,
For fathers not to have their drinks.
Children not to have presents,
On Christmas Eve.
I Don’t Want
For the earth to split in half,
For the oceans to be divided,
The winds to be claimed by flags.
There to be symbols on uniforms.
I Don’t Want
For children and mothers to march,
With guns perched on their shoulders;
Nor missiles to be launched
Or missiles ever to be fabricated.
I Don’t Want
Them to send me whoever,
And look them in the eyes,
Only to have them shot in front of me.
I Don’t Want
For them to adhere postage stamps on me,
Send me to countries unknown,
Or for them to hide true poetry.
I Don’t Want
To love in secret,
Cry in secret,
Sing in secret.
And even more…
I Don’t Want
Them to tape my mouth shut
When I say ‘I DON’T WANT…'
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