What if,
The moon had a face?
Would it smile with glee,
Or frown upon our race?
What if,
The stars were our ancestors?
Would they proud,
Or think we could do better?
What if,
Our eyes reflected our soul?
Would they bright,
Or be as dark as coal?
What if, we were kind?
What if, we were good?
What if, this was possible?
Maybe then, we won’t be doomed.