All We Need is Poetry?

I wish I could write a sonnet
That would cure all evils.
Make every reader
Or hearer
Suddenly perfect.
Or at least better than bad.
Good, I mean.
But it's not that simple, I suppose.
If a joke can kill, though,
Can't poetry?
Is it all we need?
Hebraisms and Haikus,
And maybe a bit of
Roethke.

But this parchment
And quill pen
Is cliched and archaic
Obsolete and yet the medium
Through which so
Much Truth was communicated.
Or vellum and blood -
it's all the same.
Anything but the keyboard
As it cheapens literature
Deadens the process
of Poetry and Productivity
And yet I love to use it.
Maybe I should use flags instead
Beacons that flash for
A window in time
Only available to select fews and
those who speak in semaphore code.
Then I could be remembered, but
Not recorded. Which would be a nice thing, I think.

And then those flags would burn and
The smoke might
Cleanse something.
Or Revive something, like burning feathers.
And all we would need is poetry
And we would all be awake
In our flagless world:
Devoid of talismans
And crazy national pride
And silly sorts of international sporting
And the crimes they sometimes instigate.
Poor Escobar: murdered after you scored a goal for the other team.
See it's things like that
Which, may have been avoided,
Had poetry been present
(maybe my sonnet).
Poetry as preventative policing.
It would work, I believe?
All we need is poetry?