I dreamt-
But of a broken chain,
A freed society-
and of liberated ideas.
I dreamt-
But of freedom,
In a decent quantum,
Where life is laced-
And tucked with peace.
I dreamt-
But of a fall in illegitimacy-
The absence of supremacy,
and the celeberation of equality.
I dreamt-
But of an hour unknown-
of a land unseen,
Where serinity and harmony,
Triumph over caos.
I dreamt-
But of the absence of poverty,
Nuclear bombs abolished,
And a decent meal-
Served on palets of oneness-
and understanding.
I dreamt-
But of the sound of vuvuzelas-
Blazing the praise,
of the Mandelas,
And producing hymes-
In sweet melodic notes and stanzas.
I dreamt-
But of ingenuity-
Proactive thinking and intergrity-
Invading the actions and thoughts-
of today's generation and posterity.
I dreamt-
But of a broken chain-
A freed society
And of liberated ideas......
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