The Dreamer♀ Poem by Mary McHeaven
The Dreamer♀
I was to dream
A land before time
When gold are merely stones
And pride is the only power
I was to dream
A life before now
Beyond complexity and madness
Where tale is an education
I was to dream
Only to be awaken
To witness abjection
Where pride is powerless
I was to dream
Only to be awaken
To see ignorance within arrogance
And words are meaningless
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