I Still Dream Poem by E.W. Griffith

In a day...like today...
where the hope of man is fading away for eternity
I still dream.
As these perolous times arise
never to decline again, my friends,
I still Dream.
some say I shouldn't dream;
declaring that dreamer's dreams ne'er come true;
Imposing that one's lofty dreams will only smear life's beaut'.
Incredulously, I proclaim they proclaim lies true;
to falsify reality as insincere tear drops do.
So as drapes, my lids do
cover the windows of me:
for they are far too impatient to bear their rare view.
They say death can kill dreams.
well, I say fear does too.
So when you say I shouldn't dream,
I then fear for you
Because my dreams are prayers;
and they climb heavens stairs for you.
And you are America;
well I am too.
Aren't-we both fair-ly dressed in red white and blue?
our motto: Together we shall stand,
divided we shall fall as a crew?
Divide we shall '
less we dream again to a God so true.
Our strenght he'll renew, if first, his kigdom we pursue.
Death lies around us dusk, morn', and noon.
Tis why, in America, and for America,
I Still Dream.