Thom the World Poet - 'Fantasy'

Fantasy

that every sweaty handed beggar smiling for dimes
in the 100 degree heat is actually an alien
come to teach us love and affection
by matadoring and toreadoring
under this Senatorian sun interrogation
of every sunglassed blank face
staring at him/her petitioning
for the return of compassion
the blue waters of forgiveness
the dollar bill of shared prosperity
and we are dull learners
we have lost wings and stumble bumbling
our cars and trucks refuse to start again
we will stay redlighted at intersections
until we become human-and allow aliens in
to sweat with us and not for us
to love us as we need to be loved-
unconditionally-one hand at a time
one stoplight planet in every eye
watching us..

© Thom the World Poet