We need more truth in this world.
More truth. Real truth.
Truth that doesn’t hide behind
The spin we have to mind.

We need more love in this world.
More love. Real love.
Love that doesn’t pretend it’s real,
Amid the foghorn’s peal.

We need more trees in this world.
More trees. Real trees.
Trees that don’t get chopped down
For all the paper crowns.

We need to let go of God.
Each God. Real God.
God that doesn’t need our fist
As reason to exist.

We need more life in this world.
Just life. Truly life.
Life that doesn’t imagine death
As means to keep our breadth.