I wrote this after yet another episode of "Anyone seen my keys?"
Under Lock and Key
If just one wish were given me
That I might change the fate of man,
I’d wish to lose the lock and key,
For that is where mistrust began
No secrets hidden by locked doors,
nor jangling bunch my pockets tear,
no valued things inside locked drawers;
Perhaps we’d learn again to share.
When first into the world we came
We carried nothing; even breath
Was given up for use again
And so it is upon our death
Let gates and doors be left undone
Let strangers come and step inside
Respect and trust each mother’s son
For what on Earth have we to hide
For all the things we think we own
We fool ourselves to think we need
in truth belong to everyone;
the only thing we own is greed
Spot on mate, spot on.
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