The Dream Wanders Far Afield
The dream wanders far afield,
in search of a kindred tribe
that to cynics does not yield,
by princely sums not bribed.
Far and wide, it sees many a face
that it can scarce recognize,
specimens of a hybrid race
born of wanton compromise.
Oh where can it be, it wonders,
the kinship my heart craves.
As the sky dims and thunders,
it stumbles upon rows of graves.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2018
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