A World of Fools

The world is filled with fools
You may be one of them, who knows?
Fools who know no better
Than to love and dream and fall.

The world has to be grateful
For without fools, I am told,
The world will stop and end and die,
The balance of the universe destroyed.

Only a fool can love without expecting
And give without rewards,
And make a fool out of one's self
For some bastard's pleasure and delight.

Fools in love, oh truth be let
Can do most anything;
Fly to the moon and back, or, better yet
Make the world stand still.

Fools express their hearts' desires
Through art and songs and verses;
You may be reading a fool's work now
Who knows? I'll take my chances.

Fools will fight lost causes
Wishing for a bend unseen,
Believing there will be a morrow
Without agony... a miracle, a dream.

Fools act to save the world and more
From hunger, war and pain;
They try to be fathers, brothers, friends
To strangers who have lost their way.

And though you take fools for granted still,
Who cares? I know, not them;
Loyalty and love they'll kindly give
Overflowing, no doubt, 'til end.

Why God even made such specimen
Martyrs, lovers, saints,
All fools within definition
Heaven's joke, I take.

And so I hear the angels cry,
"I spot, right there, that one
Who will bleed and die for another,
Make wings. Make wings. It's done."

/amra



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I dedicate my poem to the fools of the world whose lives matter more than most.