Human Dream - Poem by Cory Ruda
A father playing with his son, making
a mother smile while she sifts through clothes.
The child needs a haircut, but couldn't
spare a thought more. He'll have one Friday.
This is the American Dream.
This is the Human Dream, to radiate love for
one another in the care and sanctity of
a warm sun, a roof over ones head,
food, drink, joy.
This is the Human Dream, and,
all mankind will join hands and hearts.
Then, and only then, will it become
the Human Condition.
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