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I dream of a time when earth is green and Spring is fresh 
And Summer’s sun bathes the soul and Autumn shows its 
Falling colors and Winter brings a Christmas shower white
And pure its beauty so adored

I dream of when lions laze with the grazing lambs and 
Tigers have no deadly deed as the antelopes find a place
To feed and crocodiles rest in swampy sands undaunted 
By those who walk on the nearby land 

Then I wake to war and violence pestilence and disease 
And the night weeps for the children lost in the web of
Despair have nothing to eat and the day is sad for you 
Care not what they’ve had 

And as you ride the tempest greed the choices you make 
Leave this world in follies wake and men from a hungry
Clan with their outstretched distressed hand can only find
A plate at the table of the garbage gate 

As you sit in your towers conceit concocting your crimes 
Filling the fields with deadly mines that kill and maim as
Children play their childhood games 

Wives weep and mothers morn as those you sent to fight 
Your wars you bring some back battered and broken 
Veterans of agony lost in the quandary of a shattered 
Psyche

And then you let your unbridled tongue give birth to the 
fires that burn the core of those who do not support you 
And when I try to go to my home you make me pay a 
ghastly toll 

But I will not compromise nor acquiesce to the repugnance
Of your request for the time will come when you must tell 
Your story and the truth will be knocking at your conscience 

And in the aftermath of your worldly experience the land of 
the wailing souls awaits

As I dream in paradise



Earl S. Jackson
July 2007



Copyright © 2009 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.

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