Dreamers Poem by wild fire

Once apon a time
dreamers weren't extinct
And you would find
everything was a sinch

People often dreamed
of things so lovely and pure
everything seemed
so clear and sure

but the guns came
and bombs exploded
people got fame
and this started comotion

Life wasn't rainbows
and clouds with a silver line
Life didnt let us show
It never let us shine

For while they were dreaming
life slipped right by
and hatred was beeming
from every twisted smile

we ripped out their hearts
and took away their dreams
in our palms their hearts
as we laugh at what it seems

robots they are
working with no cheer
dreams are by far
the stupidest things to hear

Our reality is only so so
and our hearts often broken
so the dreamers have died
their dreams their tokens

the ones who dare to dream
are of failure told
things aren't what they seem
pretty soon they find....

dreaming gets disappointing
and old