Dreaming,
just dreaming…
A world no longer seeped in misery,
teeming with tears; wept for children
taken long before their years.
A world where colour doesn't bring pain,
Race is embodied in the everyday,
culture embraced, not banished away.
Religion no longer used as excuse for war,
Just as a tool to help us explore.
A world where the poor
Need not beg for more,
and shelter from the rain is available to everyone,
regardless of circumstance or income.
Where food banks are redundant
A banquet for every table,
And love is abundant
Not some fairy tale or fable.
Dreaming…
I was just dreaming…
A world I want to believe in.
Where the seas are not seen as borderlines
if someone wants to live in any land, It's fine.
Where the lines on maps are scrapped,
Replaced with open signs.
Divide and rule,
has always been the way,
Keep us at each other’s throats,
so, we ignore what they do or say.
I say welcome everybody,
Show that there is always another way.
Dreaming…
I was dreaming…
Of the world we could be living,
the stories we could be reading.
When we all find hope
instead of tying a rope
around others’ throats,
and claiming they are enemy.
Dreaming of a world
where the monsters are no longer
sleeping soundly in control of everything,
Whilst we sit fearful under our beds,
too scared to raise our tearful heads.
I was dreaming…
Just dreaming…
Of a world where bad tides wash away
the injustices we see day to day.
Where money doesn't control
what we do or say.
Where those with more
don't get to exploit the poor,
to pour a little more struggle at their doors.
I was just dreaming...
Just dreaming...
Dreaming...
But now I've awoken
into another nightmare,
it looks just like any other day.
Thanks for reading
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You can find my New books
"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0DBKXPN13/
and here
continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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