If Souls Were Fish (For Whom it May Concern)

If Souls Were Fish (Or, to Whom it May Concern)

If souls were fish, yours would be a minnow,

Residing in a waste infested lake;

Or, a paedocypris, in a slow-

-Flowing, brown stream of raw-sewage outbreak.

If hearts were sand, yours would be a particle

Far smaller than a quark; impossible,

To view, through all but the most powerful

Lens; and even then, barely visible.

If minds were spheres, yours would be a highly

Toxic, orange gas giant, more poisonous

Than sulfur mustard and reliably

Likely to wipe-out every one of us.

If life was a dream, yours would trump all those

of scapegoats, wishing to live unguardedly

In a world where the wealth-gap daily grows,

Along with disharmony and disharmony.