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.
Copyright © Earl Jackson | Year Posted 2009
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