A World Ruled By Art

i dream of a world ruled by art
where
the letters that come in the mail
are written in fingerpaints
and tornado sirens sound off to the tune of Chopin
where
sculptors stand in the place of soldiers
painters in the place of police officers
actors in the place of business men
where
the stage and the canvas are of more importance
than a profit
where
the bottom line is drawn with a pencil
only to begin a sketch
where
instead of senators there are poets and
instead of presidents there are piano players
tickling away the anthem of the world
in jazz keys