I take out the Earth cookies,
And even though I had made sure
To put the correct amount of each ingredient,
The men inside my cookies,
The rising agents,
Have caused it to burn.
The cookies are burnt,
But luckily there’s still time!
If it was any longer,
Then I’d never be able to salvage them at all!
I take out a special kind of butter
It’s made specially from the essence of
People who believe and hope in the Earth
With a hint of the ones who try to help.
I add a dollop of empathy
Hopefully, it’ll help them understand others
And putting yourself where another stands is truly the key
To a better, safer world.
They’re starting to soften,
And that’s good for now
But things need to get better
Or it’ll never get fixed.
Of course, how could I forget,
A large amount of peace is in order.
Everyone must realise that
War is not the answer.
And, it could do with
A boatload of gender equality
It is just about talent, opportunity and personality,
Not he, she, they.
Perhaps I could brush it with
An anti-homophobia agent
It would remove the sour taste
Since there is now more love.
Oh! I forgot to add extra kindness
Since it seems to have gotten burnt
During the first batch
It’ll make this Earth sweeter.
What more, what more?
I don’t think we’re quite done here yet.
After all, it needs to absorb the mixture
Before I can call them done.
The putrid stench of poverty?
Now, that’s not good.
Hopefully, the cookies react with the education I’ve put in
And become stronger, better, sweeter.
Plastic? Thermocol? CFCs? How did that get there?
Did the technology of tomorrow
Forget about today?
I hope recycling will counter that problem
But just to be sure,
I glaze them with the ultimate mix,
Of green thinking, sustainable living
That’ll elongate the cookies lifespan.
I’m almost there, almost perfected it
But there, a small uncertainty
A small mistake, a piece overlooked
Lingers at the back of my mind, bothering me.
Oneness. The feeling of being the same,
The feeling of regarding ourselves as just simple cells of the body,
No one more beneficial than the other
All equal in the eyes of the universe.
The feeling of knowing you don’t need to worry about sending your child to their grave when you let
them go to school,
The feeling of knowing your daughter won’t be caught, kidnapped and forced to submit to the disgusting
will of those who leer at her,
The feeling of knowing that you won’t have to worry about your religion targetted for a terrorist attack
when you step outside,
The feeling of being safe,
of being comfortable,
of just being without any strings attached.
I grab the bowl
And frost my cookies with oneness
And sprinkle them with trust, love
And they’re ready!
My recipe for a better world
A safer world, a happier world
A shared world.
Is nearing completion.
The Earth cookies are almost ready,
Softened and re-sweetened,
The only thing left now to do is to
Hand out the messages.
Who loves these cookies the most?
Maybe me, maybe you.
But one who can maintain these cookies
Are the voices from Tomorrowland.
The dreamers in children who roll in grass and stargaze,
The conscientious children who carry a cloth bag everywhere they go,
The resourceful children who use the leftover vegetable peels as compost,
The children who are aware, who still care, who still believe.
These are the messengers of my work,
Who eat the cookies and remember the taste.
Who knows – the more the people it reaches, the longer its decadence lasts
And so they tell everyone else about it too!
‘Savour, share and change!’
Since this cookie is mine to mould,
Yours to bake
And ours to enjoy.
This common Earth,
A brighter future for all of us,
My precious cookie,
Will no longer crumble,
But begin to rise again.