I, TOO, DREAM....
by sara t.
In the immortal words of Dr. King
I have a dream
I have a dream that one day
My children wont fear yours
That they will toss a ball
Together in the park
I have a dream that one day
When I'm at the market
You and I, both mothers,
will exchange recipes
Yes, I do, I do have a dream
A dream that seems
Impossible
When fresh blood soaks the ground
But I have a dream.
I dream that some day
The blockades to your city will be lifted
The bag at my local café
Wont be checked
I dream that some day
I will walk freely, unafraid
For coffee
To your village
I dream that you
Wont cower, in shame
At the endless
Checkpoints
I dream that no man,
Will wake up to
No more Wife
No more Children
I dream that no mother
Will exhalt her sons death
To cope
With her pain
I dream, so strongly
So hopelessly,
That when the sun rises
Both our people
Will dare to hope
And when it sets
Dream,
Of a better tomorrow
Very moving piece, Sara - this writing really touched me. I have these dreams, too (except for the part about sharing recipes at the market - I don't really dream of that...).
Thanx Foster, no one commented on this piece at all, so I appreciate it.