The Reality Of Dreams Poem by Nick Veasey

Someone tell me why fortune favours the brave.
Tell me why in life, as in death I remain a slave.
The rich and selfish relax in mansions
Whilst the poor rot in slums.
What value has a democracy,
That was created by guns?

Looking out over this city,
I see arrogance and fear.
The lies of our government,
Protruding, concrete and clear.

Where our aid money is an unpayable loan.
Where justice ignores an untouchable throne.
Pay your taxes, pay your debts,
Or face harassment and council threats.

Can one man really make a difference?
To hundred years of cultural ignorance?
All we can do is hope,
And pray we don't forget one man's dream.
Echoing our planet's silent scream.