Sams book has many pages.
So many in fact
It may lead to an International Crisis of the mind.
Large mansions have many rooms
Piled high with lost words and good intentions
Not all mansions are in the Deep South.
Yet: the good times roll, the Dream is for export.
Many in the western world were spoon-fed
The dream was not of conquest, but of Ideology.
For some: Dreams turn to nightmares
For others ideals, even idols.
Dreams, dreams are open for analysis.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
super and thought provoking...........well penned