As a child I was taught to dream,
Dream of bigger and better things.
Now I am told that it's all a scheme,
A dream meant only for the kings.
I was taught to question it all,
Taught never to stop asking why?
Now I'm beating against the wall,
Obedience is all they'll buy.
The fighting we must do to live,
The life that we see for our own.
Sacrifices we've had to give,
Our actions we've had to condone.
Is it really worth it? all this
Constant bowing to our master.
Ask me when I've achieved my bliss,
Maybe then I'll have an answer.
The fighting we must do to live, The life that we see for our own. Sacrifices we've had to give, Our actions we've had to condone. ......of course it is. So nicely envisioned and beautifully presented. A n intensive poem I like most. Thanks for sharing dear Mal, keep the ball rolling.....10
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A refined poetic imagination, Mal. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.