Dream Land. Poem by Letter From My Mother's Womb

Dream Land

Last night I found myself stuck into the dream world
full of doctors, officers, educators,
entrepreneurs, cashiers and hustlers,
They told methat
in order to get to success
there's a ticket you have to buy
to fulfil your dreams and visions.

Sometimes I happen to look at life
with a different picture,
It's all because of how life dishes me
with a cold plate full of shame,
I don't do poetry for fame
for it's lame
to write for status,
I came a long way searching
for a garden of peace
and that was poetry.
As I grab this pen, I do write
to print out everything that's in
my chest.

It's the land of visionaries,
A world full of pictures
being portrayed through poetic
devices,
It's the land of hope, where
despair seems to be far
away the dreamer.
Success seems more brighter
with the cigar on the tray,
As the King's table is decked
with a golden linen,
As the Crown goes to those
who worked for it
through sleepless nights.
Slaving for a better future
decked with a golden table.

It's the land of the wise,
As success is dancing with
those who are already on the dance floor,
Calculated dreams as being portrayed
and multiplied by visions,
As God is the answer to our prayers,
Fortunes do give addition sign
along with a double portion
of blessings.

Author: Lyricist


Date: October 2019