What would you do if you Ran the World?

I live in the great, corrupted state of Illinois.  There is no money, there is no standard of excellence, and there is no code of conduct that someone hasn't walked all over.  I know that the state is broke (even though our taxes are high and our unemployment higher), and there are many who are without work.  When there is no work, there is no money.  No money means no food for a lot of people across the country.  I am not trying to say that there aren't good things in the world and this state; however, I think I have come up with a solution to at least one problem.
Our food banks need food.  I propose we take a small portion of all government lawns (i.e. libraries, schools, city halls, post offices, etc) and make them into a veggie/fruit garden.  THINK OF IT!  That lawn has to be maintained anyway, right?  Union workers or city gardeners have to have their people working on them whether they are grass or veggies, so let's make them veggies and give them to the food banks.  School kids can learn all about the science of growing food and the satisfaction of being able to serve someone in the community!  (Wouldn't it be awesome if they could eat some of it for their school lunches?)  Food banks get the food needed (maybe the city building workers who need a little extra could work out time in garden for food from garden if need be), the tax payer isn't wasting money on maintaining ALL that grass (just some of it), and the students learn about vital parts of life they can take home and teach their parents. 
Understandably I haven't done the budgets, maybe this would cost more, but I really don't see how it could (especially if we don't use pesticides).  There would be a million hoops to jump through and a ton of people complaining about the beautiful grass being taken away. 
BUT, if I ran the world, this is the thing I would start right away.  What about you?  What would you start if you ran the world?

Five in the morning on a Sunday.  I bet you thought about sleeping in before you would roll out of bed, throw on your Sunday best and get to church late.  You were wrong.  Five am and you are up with a six month old who thought it would be fun to crawl out of her bassinet.  Thank goodness you found her before she fell onto the hard floor, but of course she can't go back to sleep without being comforted--i.e. fed.  So, now you are wide awake with nothing to do but walk around as silent as death himself because if any one of your family members wakes up you will be a dead duck in the water.
Even the thought of food is out of the question.  They are like that old dog at your grandpa's house.  He can't hear a thing--not you yelling for him to come, not a window breaking as someone sneaks in to steal the TV, not even a cat scratching at the door--but he always comes running when the food pours into his bowl.  Your kids instinctively hear the crackle of cereal bags, or smell the rich bacon you are dreaming about right now.  You know that the second you even think about the ham and cheese omelet or powdered french toast with strawberries and whip cream, they will wake up and come running into the kitchen to mimic the seagulls in Nemo (for those of you with too young or old enough kids, the sea gulls' only line in the movie is "Mine" repeated a hundred times)  Oh it may just start out with the two year old, but within seconds all three of your older ones are up and running which in turn wakes up Dad and the dog who then wake up the baby you just so successfully put back to sleep. 
So, instead you wait impatiently as the clock slowly ticks away each second.  You think about all the things you could be doing instead.  Of course sleep tops the list, but soon the mountain called your "To Do List" starts coming to mind.  Work out, clean the tub, toilet, dishes, etc., shopping, dinner planning, call your doctor about that thing, call your sister who is probably up with your niece, call your mother just to annoy her because she is a grandmother now so she is sleeping blissfully, get caught  up on the ironing, sewing, laundry.  Each item your dismiss, because why would you want to make that much noise or go through that much trouble.  You finally decide to surf the web.  After all your typing only makes minimal sound and you won't have any breakfast smells or early morning lights to try to hide.  So it is now five-thirty am, and I only have one more half hour before I can have the french toast.