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.