My Dream

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.