I would put the world 
In a vast freezer
To halt the heat of
What their next action
Could have included.
I would throw them in
If it meant the ones
Who are creating 
The lava that pours 
On every dry soul
Were frozen in time.
It would soothe my mind
Serving to sweep sweat
Like pre-used towels.
These towels were used
On the faces of
Terrorist plotting,
Hunger, oppression,
All things that worry 
Us and make us feel
That the next meal is
Unfair, Yet we still
Lick around our lips
With a privileged tongue
And still look forward
To eat the next one.