I see a world before me, filled with all the brightest hues
A far cry from the visions that are laid out on the news
A rock amid so many more, so large and yet so small
And yet, a place where goodness reins supremely over all
The media, in all its worth, oft only tells the plight
The goodness lost amid the fold of what is brought to light
Stories created and not told, made up to skew the mind
Of those who cannot see the truth or to its power blind
Oh yes, the world is ugly, our history is too
But the future can be lovely, if we choose a brighter hue
The world, so filled with darkness, cannot merely exist
Unless we feed to its grayness and allow it to persist