Brad Coverstone

My name is Brad and I was born and raised in Anna, OH. I didn't discover I liked writing until I was 16 when I had to write poetry for a school project. Now I can't put my pen down. I am very honored to be asked to be apart of this project. Special thanks to Margaret and Sharon for asking me and putting this whole thing together.

 

For Just One Day

For just one day I wish Bush would use his dome
Send all of our soldiers back home.
I'd be rich and get the hell outta here
So I wouldn't have to constantly live in fear.
There'd be no single mothers in pain
Prostitutes wouldn't be on the corner, hooked on cocaine.
2pac would come back and bless us with one more song
And the little boy's best friend wouldn't be a bong.
Me and Alisia would sit down, talk face to face
She'd tell me what it's like in that place
Up above, we call it heaven
Kids would live longer than the tender age of seven.
Children could play outside without the fear of bein taken
I could smile without feelin like I'm fakin.
None of these things will happen no matter how much I pray
It's just what I'd wish for if I could for just one day.

Brad Coverstone ©2006