When Was It We Shared That Dream? Poem by Paul Reed

When was it we shared that dream?
When all about us was what it seemed,
When the days were so sweet and dear
When the long nights held no fear;

Every day the invaders arrive
To make sure that nothing can thrive
No seeds sown that might germinate
Oversee the shouldering of their weight;

Every second they pry and survey
To choke the beginning of a settled way
To drive away calm that might infest
Their care-strewn, cruel and agonising test;

When was it that we shared that dream?
When hopes coursed through our bloodstream
When all was in reach of our arms outstretched
When the future was just being sketched.