Dream Again

Dream Again

For those think life is about me, me, and me
Gambol playfully round the evening fire
with the expressions mine, mine, mine as their props
and build their worlds just around themselves

The last raven, from the desolate walls of the prison of possessiveness says:
Dream and dream again, lest you have a rude awakening.

For those who think the route to success is by misdirecting sign posts just to have exclusive access
For those who think they can blind fold men and mislead them for personal gains and riches
Or by buying their ways through processes by surreptitious means

The last trumpet major has blown his trumpet and says:
Dream and dream again, lest you have a rude awakening

For those on the skycrapers elsewhere
Or the privileged corridors of power
Covertly and overtly suppressing many from the favelas of Rio de Janerio
through to the shanty towns of Mombasa to the