Dreams - Poem by Christopher Cariad
My dreams of a better tomorrow, push me to live.
People in pain, we see them everyday.
We stand there in wonder of what has happened
Why has this generation seen the same
As those from our past.
Why do we continuously toss these dreams
Of ending hunger and pain, wars and hate, homelessness and separation
Aside like they never really mattered,
Just to pursue our wants of popularity, fame, and riches.
This generation is in such a shamble,
Moving around blinded from such despair.
When will we see a world of people
That will take on the troubles of this world
And carry these hopes up that forgotten mountain
In the sake of bringing about world peace?
Surely mankind will pursue such a dream
And consume such a world
That has but fallen from being safe,
Surrounded by these hateful things.
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