Richard Scott

A World Without by Richard Scott

Would we work in unison like hands on a clock, Or turn on each other like envious friends? Would we allow color to divide us again, All because of this glorified green paper?

Would we begin to care about what’s on the inside like a surgeon, Or will we continue to care about color like an artist? Would we let our past divided decide our future together, All because of an extinct background?

Would we worship tangible things like the Israelites, Or find all we need within ourselves? Would we let our beliefs define our emotions, All because of our lost trust in a higher power?

When all I know disappears overnight, And my truth becomes a mere memory. Will I allow my world to erode through my fingertips Or will I build it from the ground up with my bare hands?

When my back is against the wall, Where will I turn?