Poem Title

Only if this were a dream
and things were not as      they seem.
 
Where all is treated      like kings and queens.
A place where hating a human because of skin color
wouldn’t be     a thing. But
its more than a dream, its
our reality
 
A reality, where there is no fear for the     future
that is near.
 
A future, that’s      a symphony
pouring onto seats,
 
We are not at peace, civilization,
OUR world is at
dis-ease.
Covered with parasites,     feasting on our   veins.
inhaling toxic
skies and
timeline flooded with lies.
 
Seeping with gasoline, nostalgia
witnessed the revolution, which evolved
into naked beliefs falling from the wicked tree,
slithering and sliding out the            evening bush.
 
the gates are beginning to close
for those on their toes, reach and grab           the Moon
and write your name in the stars,
BOOM
 
oblivion.