Somehow, Somewhere, Somewhen, Somewhy - a poem by Liam UiCearbhaill

This poem was two years in the making. I have Tourette's Syndrome and, while I do not break into profanity when stressed, I do find myself stuck on certain phrases and words that stick to me like the song from a Disneyland Ride. The refrain from this poem was one such phrase that stuck with me for two years until I put it into this poem. Then, having packaged it appropriately, I did not have it constantly running through my brain anymore.

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Liam UiCearbhaill

This poem is in the collection Poetry's Purpose

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Somehow, Somewhere, Somewhen, Somewhy

Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, somewhy

The world will change for you and I

The mean shall leave in a chartered boat

Across the deeps of space they’ll float

And all that they shall leave behind,

The good, the true, the clean, the kind

The poor shall rise up from their sheds

And take their place in silken beds

The sick shall be by health set free

And hospitals shall art stores be

Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, somewhy

The smog shall leave our tortured skies

The streams shall run with water clean

And slums shall sprout with forests green

The bison shall, with thunder, roam

In massive herds their former home

Dioxins, lead and DDT

Shall from our world forever flee

And greenhouse gases shall disperse,

The Mother’s balance reign on Earth

Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, somewhy

The children shall no longer cry

Their bellies full and raised in love

Without the scream, the hit, the snub

And valued shall their elders be

Those hoary heads give wisdom free

The White, the Brown, the Black, the Red

Shall leave their hatreds lying dead

Behind them in the road of life

And charge ahead, full free of strife

Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, somewhy

I may desert these dreams and lies

I may become a cynic true

And turn from skies of deepest blue

To grudgingly accept the fate

That comes to those who whine and hate

‘Til then I’ll hold that some sweet day

The world will find a better way

And pray that when my hope is gone

Some other fool will carry on