The Hill We Climb

By Amanda Gorman

I wish, I could time travel to 40s.
When,
Imagination used to be colourful
Songs, filled with presence
Ponds, serene deep
And,
The sky, clear blue.

I wish, I could time travel to 40s.
To witness, How,
The Humans were made Guinea pigs
WHO started to crawl
Penicillin promised its magic.

I wish, I could time travel to 40s.
When,
Mustache use to rule this world
Charlie was my smile Icon
Hitler has nonsense to tell
And,
Albert was lamenting.

I wish back, days of 1940s.
When,
Trust has everything to do.

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