My dream for the world is minorly complex

but my ideas are made to aid,

not perplex

Justice for the deserving,

love for the mourning,

beauty given to those in scorning.

Our world holds grace desired to be expressed.

Shimmering words released,

not depressed.

Everyone is entitled to do what they will,

fill your humanly cup up and have a big spill.

Mistakes are inevitable, some don't realize,

and with words we hurt,

we paralyze.

My dream is tremendous yet so miniscule,

can we rid the world on constant ridicule?

I desire for beauty and ugly to walk hand in hand,

beause what is perfection when together

we stand.

The world is in trouble, this we all know,

but triumph awaits, come sit in awe of the big show.

Our generation has seen a great light,

and the trouble of humanity calls every soul

to unite.