I Have A Dream.

I have a dream that one day,
perhaps tomorrow or years away,
one day the words I have to say,
on deaf ears fall, poignant they may,
perhaps we may see that day ourselves,
or we may long have left this gray
and darkened hall to toll the bells
for many more to come this way,
I have a dream that we shall burn
but not to birthen ashes, nay!,
we shall fall to dust and turn
into men of equal and sacred clay,
no more the decadent halls of power
shall echo with steps of apathy,
no longer shall the Babylonian tower
rise to heaven, and imprison the free,
I have a dream, foolish at best
that one day we shall know the folly
of how we lived devoid of the rest,
lived so large, and acted so jolly,
claimed our youth was the future true,
but a future blind or of misgivings new?
for I see the hopeful faces few,
but a pitiful visage in regret and rue.
Embroiled in games of glory how
the rich and privileged gulping now
from the goblet of emolument of our toil
and our noose and shackles they ardently coil,
I have a dream, these mongers of wealth
should live as we do, lest suffer more,
and know how we longed for dear death
when the land we loved became their whore,
when the water we drank turned to blood,
when our children they maimed and burned,
the rest they drowned in a hateful flood,
and the mourning to slaves how they turned.
Spurn me now, O waking fools
Here and now, tomorrow more,
laugh at me, but to me behooves
dreaming a dream, forever more.
I have a dream, I have a dream,
all the ignorant shall hear my voice,
all the arrogant to whom shall seem,
doubtful my truth and veracity by choice,
that dream is of a better tomorrow,
where the throne is a responsibility,
not a right, or an essence hollow
something bought nor hereditary,
that dream is of a valiant nation,
imprecated from birth, cursed to fail,
but resilience is its very bastion
like a broken ship that is still a’sail,
these great people shall awake again,
and the streets plunged in dark despair
shall echo with voice of hope and then
the flag blood sodden shall wave there,
no longer shall a hopeful child
leave its home as a waking walking
mortal return half dead defiled
by the hounds of war who drool here stalking,
ephemeral shall no longer be
our hopes evanescent as today,
a thousand suns we dreamed to be
forever then we shall be free,
Let me speak, while you lay the wreath
of a horrid noose upon my neck,
let me speak, while I still breathe,
before I hang as a silenced wreck,
I have a dream, my beautiful people,
that one day you shall awake and wonder,
what happened to that fool so feeble,
who with his cries assailed our slumber,
I have a dream, I have a dream,
nothing else but just a dream…

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