So I tried it, by God, right then and there. I wished for Bush and Blair and Olmert and Cheney to just disappear. And, poof!—they were gone.
I visualized the end of the reign of 946 billionaires in the world—and poof!—it was fact. I closed my eyes so tight they hurt and I squeezed my fists and my face got red and I wished for an end of Fascism, terrorism and war, and I opened my eyes and the world was new-made with robins singing and azaleas blossoming, a rainbow forming after gentle rain, and healthy children singing everywhere.
Except … I was dreaming.
In a corner of my dream, I heard someone weeping. It was a mother who had lost her son in an unnecessary war. Absolutely unnecessary—as most wars are.
People huddled around her, but no one could console her. She was very tired. She had tried so hard to awaken people. She had been very brave. No soldier had ever shown more courage. And now she felt broken. It had cost her so much.
And she was the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.
Gary Corseri’s work has appeared at CounterPunch, CommonDreams, DissidentVoice, Cyrano’sJournalOnline, The New York Times, Village Voice, PBS-Atlanta and elsewhere. His books include Manifestations and A Fine Excess. He can be contacted at corseri@verizon.net.
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