I Dream
I dream about my democratic socialist twin
sitting in that beautiful world
Above din and roar
Where light shines down
And fills entire world
Lovespace
Suffocating hatespace
Reaching into depths of old memories
Using loves brush to Scratch out deeply ingrained hatred
Using loves hand to heal and rescue inner child
Its gonna be ok
Its gonna be OK child
Its gonna be ok
I'm telling you
Somehow it will be ok
Somehow this is for a reason
Not god
But sacred hand of humanity's ancient truth
Passed down from rum I and assisi
Listened to and purified my marxs dialectic
Where Art and science meet
Reaching out to every soul ever wounded
Every heart ever broken
Every body ever beaten
Telling me to love
Telling me the truth.
I Tell that beaten child that love will win
I tell that beaten child that my voice will not be silenced by capitalisms hate
Sartre
De beauvoir
Kierkegaard
Assisi
Rumi
Plato
Socrates
Descartes
Aristotle
They are all holding hands around this circle of truth
They are waiting for this moment of sacred light to shine down
They are waiting for this redemptive moment
For community
For all relations to manifest themselves
As human.
And speak.
Copyright © John Goodman | Year Posted 2013
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