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.

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