The Eldoramic Dream

I dreamt of days of flowers

Flowers at their bloom in spring

Waters flowing down from rocks

Filling the atmosphere with serenity

I dreamt of night with stars

Stars so bright the Sun pales

Silence a mirage none to see

Boisterous activities like that of a market

While awake I dreamt of sleeping

Enjoying the beauty of the stars amidst the blazing sun

The thought of the future in the present

Feels so strange my eyes bulge

Out of their compartments into my hot hands

I dreamt of a foreseeable future

A practical bliss of Eldorado

The joy of every society; the

Nemesis of every corruption

I dreamt of seasons of abundance

The affluence of shared wealth

I saw the decay of corruption; the

Eventual death of bribery

The colossal fall of the caucus

I dreamt of the bottom-up governance

I revel in my wide-eye slumber

I beheld the rise of the people

I saw the revolt of the masses

I saw all rising against a few; many

Voicing against little… the revolt

I saw the demise of class stratification

I dreamt of the osmotic separation of the trichotomies

Religion;

Ethnicity;

Politics…

All on different paths

None to interfere in one

Made sacred in its own right

I saw giant edifices of hope

Men of great means rising for the poor

I saw a country utilizing the blessings of the earth

I saw country rising out of the ashes of death

The death of a phoenix, the beauty of existence

I saw a country where God is for all;

And all man for is neighbor.

I saw love shared abroad

Deep into the corridors of power

Into the crack of walls; into

The holes of the built façade

I saw kings leaving thrones

I saw magnates exiting mansions

I saw wealth changing hands

All to the satisfaction of all

It was the age of freedom; freedom

From the strongholds of ignorance

Freedom from the grip of neocolonialists

Freedom from under the thighs of the fortune-changers

I reveled in the vision of hope

Ecstatic of bright future years

I jumped up in abandoned jubilation

Only to hit me head against the brick of today;

The present

………..

Yet I clung to the hope

Tiny though the ray was

I tenaciously held on to our salvation

For the day of its fruition I can hopefully see

I dreamt of it,

Achievement is a matter of time…