Dreams Poem by Sicelo Sithole

Dreams Is what make us who we are
They define us in many ways
Dreams were planted in us, so that one day we would shine like morning stars
They guide us through the challenges we face every day
I believe that every man was born with one precious dream
To accomplish all, to go beyond the absurd and live freely on a dream’s realm
I also have a dream, after all I am born of flesh and blood
Mine is to see all Blackman, making success out of the old apartheid mud