My Dream

I am a dreamer.
A hopeless, eternal dreamer.
I dream not of what is,
But what could be.

I dream that mothers' sons
Will never die in war again,
For on one bright sunny day,
While God was sitting at the
Computer of life,
He deleted hate from all our memory banks.
Prejudice could no longer be accessed,
and all that remained was an error
message within our minds.

I am a dreamer
A hopeless, eternal dreamer.
I dream not of what is,
But what should be.

I dream of children everywhere,
being held and being loved.
CNN no longer has pictures to show
of children who lie dying on the ground,
reaching out for help and hope.
Children more bone than flesh,
who plead for nourishment as they take
their final breath;
But the only ones who could offer
sustenance of milk and bread
Must continue to roll the film
within their camera instead.

I am a dreamer.
A hopeless, eternal dreamer.
I dream not of what is,
But what may be.

I dream of civil servants who are
both civil and servants.
They are the rich of the earth,
who are required to pay one year
of servitude in lieu of taxes, and do
so willingly, for this be their true
rewards.

I dream that Justice be proclaimed the
patron saint of all the courts
in every land--that killing, crime,
rape, and violence be an obscure
chapter in some forgotten history text.

For I am a dreamer
A hopeless, eternal dreamer.
I dream not of what is,
But what must be.

I dream that love and beauty be the food we eat,
and all the clothes we wear--that flowers be
declared legal tender, and "In God We Trust" be
embossed on every petal, and "Praise to God" be
mentioned everywhere.

For I am a dreamer,
A hopeless, eternal dreamer,
I dream not of what is,
But dream you share this dream with me.

© 1997 Robert Kogan

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