What If

by Thomas McGinley (reprinted with permission)

So many questions and so many sides,
My stances ebb and flow as if with the tides.
I see the talking heads but where are their souls?
Enlightenment is ours if we just pay the tolls.
Everyone feels that they are so right,
They all have the answers to fix our plight
How do they know where the solution lies?
They all feel that God has made only them wise.
All of these opinions creating a rift
And all I can do is ask, what if?
What if one day the weak became strong,
The poor became rich and right became wrong?
What if one day thought became word,
The big became small and the ignored were heard?
What if one day the minority rose,
The quiet became loud, able to right their woes?
What if one day our leaders had to follow,
Their opinions not heard, their voices hollow?
Would the newly empowered remember their past,
And help the first, which had become last?
Or would power corrupt what they became?
The world inverted yet still the same.