If There's Hope, Then...

It's been said that HOPE springs eternal—

That it elevates one’s point of view.

Three cheers to Alexander Pope!

Perhaps my DREAM may yet come true.

I DREAMED that people worked together,

Eager to put their differences aside;

Their beliefs in no way clouded their reason;

And this happened worldwide.

I DREAMED that nations conquered hunger—

All people had enough to eat.

Everyone shared without begrudging

Those who struggled to make ends meet.

I DREAMED that tolerance and acceptance

Were the order of the day—

That hatred and discrimination

Finally both died away.

I DREAMED that people realized

The world did not revolve around them—

That their selfishness and egoism

Had only stifled them and drowned them.

I DREAMED that people loved the Earth

And taught their children to respect it;

In so doing their children learned

To appreciate it and protect it.

I DREAMED that anger dissipated

And that out of vengeance no one killed;

Wars became nonexistent;

Therefore, no more blood was spilled.

I DREAMED that people in all nations

Acknowledged everybody’s rights,

Pushing the goals of inclusiveness

And caring to amazing heights.

I DREAMED that our entire world

Worked together to vanquish disease;

Health care and housing everywhere

Were automatic guarantees.

Precious HOPE, I’ll hold you tight;

If my visions are mistaken

And the world becomes more hostile,

Then from this DREAM let me not waken.


By Bob B (6-26-14)