Test Submission Poem

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.