An American Dream

There is no policeman in my bedroom
There is no killing bird hiding in the sky
There is no priest or preacher
Judging imagined sin
Nor lusting after my children
There are no raging men
Paid by dark lords
To speak unending lies
Hateful slander
Empty truths
The is no unchecked greed
Spoiling lands
Fouling waters
Selling food that does not feed

In my dream
Martin is alive
Bobby is president
And even the poorest immigrant
Is free
But I awaken
It was only a dream
That passes like smoke from birthday candles

dg

2/14/13

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