If all my wish were to come true it’d be cool
No child will need to work but will go to school
Old men who want to marry kids will be slapped
Sex will be taught in class, not on principal’s lap.
No zombie will hurt or rape a girl or her brother.
Suicide bomber will kill himself, but none other.
Girls will marry if when and whom they wished
None will be stoned or drowned or for that reason whipped
There will be no hunting of animals for sport or treasure,
Clerics will not promise psychotic killers heavenly treasure
Youngsters will learn that houries and demons are just fake
Life has to be lived, and for that you got to give and take.
Airlines will fly safe, ships will sail with grace
Trains and buses will run on time and be safe
None will drive after a drinking bash or drugged snort
None will beat his wife and think that was very smart
Policemen on beat will have nothing to report
Soldiers will stay pleased in competitive sport
Yankees will stop selling guns and armaments
Russians will stay happy with the borders they got
Sun will shine on all, the rains will come and go on time
Servants will be machines, not humans who slave for a dime
When you walk, drive or cycle down the public highway
You won’t be stopped cause a VIP has the right of way.
Chinese will introduce strict quality control
Indians will not kill, but will keep their tongues in control
Muslims will not kill Muslims, nor any one for that matter
Christians will not bomb hundreds to kill a Taliban master
Migrants will be grateful, not try to change their hosts
To cultures and ways better forgotten and forever lost
There will just be no kind of human trafficking
Thos who try it for joy or money will be sent packing
You will know that your benchmark for beauty
Needn’t be the colour and nose you saw as a kiddy
Every skin shade has its beauty so they’d end the pageants
That makes some shades seem better – like albino’s agents
Gods will stay put in their homes, never seen in streets
Nor Muezzin’s calls, blaring conk shells and bells that bleat
Preachers will end their fake shows of healing
Teachers will teach without race or colour feeling
If that happens there will be all-round happiness, my dear
It’d never be like the days that went by this last year
Arson, killing, bombing, ruin, death and life full of fear
Let that not be from today, this bright and promising New Year.