second chances

if the world

rested upon my shaking hands,

i would set it upon a steady table.

i would snatch up all the

pedophiles,

rapists,

supremacists,

terrorists,

and such.

i would implant a

happy little seed

into their narrow minds

about the idea of acceptance.

and then they can start their life over.

if seen, because they will be watched carefully,

guilty of the same disgusting crimes,

i’ll kill them.

poof.

gone.

just like that

“she just disappeared,” they’ll remark.

“where did he go?” they’ll question.

and i’ll smile.

they would have had their not one,

but two,

chances, after all.

and as the generations go on,

people will forget that those terrible creatures

ever graced this land.

they'll live

in the rainbows and sunshine that

everyone deserves.

if i could,

that would be my creation of a world.