We had a dream our lives would be…
So different from this hell we’re living
So different now from what it seemed,
Now…
Life…
Has killed
The dream…
We dreamed…
The dream to some it seemed started in ’94 as lines of voters snaked around fields
Filled with the anxious anticipation of first-time voters eager to claim their rich inheritance
Before the years were peeled back to reveal that perhaps the vote was all they got
Although most were too busy reeling from the smell of the faeces in their living spaces to notice
This raw deal, concealed in a handshake and a rugby world cup winners jersey
If only there had been some nearby statue for them to empty their buckets on
To in some minor way help grant them a sense of private security
Meanwhile the slacktivists were logged on in full force
“Can’t we just stop making everything about colour?”
We said as we peeked behind the multi-hued curtain
That boldly declared itself the Rainbow Nation
And discovered that the old man winding the crank
Had completely disappeared from his post
Only to be found later
Tired and worn out from
Doing back-stroking laps across his firepool
Upon closer inspection it was revealed that the crank was completely devoid of most of our fingerprints too!
But as Nero rummaged through his empirical new clothes
Searching for his fiddle
As yet another wisp of black smoke
Slowly forged its path towards the stars
A growing number of us continued in our hopeless quest
To hold back the North Sea
By sticking yet another finger in the next hole to spring a leak
While waiting upon those we hoped would realise the entire
Wall was in disrepair and in need of much reconstruction.
The drip, drip, dripping in our ears
Reminding us that while the dream is not dead
So the rainbow remains very much elusive
With not enough people giving enough of a dam
To ensure that there is enough water
Food, resources, opportunity and good will for all.
The rich get richer and the poor get excuses.
But this chapter is not yet done
As a new year calls our attention away from the present menace
Promising a new hope
And a different kind of force to be awakened
If we could all just put down our knives and swords
And cast aside our jagged little words
Make the supreme effort to take a step towards
To seek to know
To listen and to really hear
Even perhaps to begin to understand
In some small way
Then maybe just maybe…
2018 could prove to be the year
Where Rose finally skooches over
To prove what we have always known
That there was always enough room for Jack on that door
And a titanic mistake could have been prevented
Enough for everyman’s need
But not for our greed
The final bubble that needs to break
To bless the reign down in Africa
Can we learn this coming year
That sticks in a bundle are unbreakable
That me, my and mine may go hastily
While we, our and yours will take us all way further down the path
Of discovering our own selves
Through the bonded glue of community
Could it be that a child is not the only one a village can raise?
Maybe we can turn to
The more blatant beautiful way of
Letting everything be about colours
Blended and intermingling
Radiant and euphoric
Celebrating the differences we have often used to suppress and divide
While the monochromed blinkered existence is
Banished to the corner
To wallow in its own ineffectiveness
We had a dream our lives would be…
So different from this hell we’re living
So different now from what it seemed,
But hope
Has fuelled
The dream…
We dreamed…
[with a nod to Neil Diamond And Herbert Kretzmer who penned the original ‘I dreamed a dream’ lyrics that i adapted for the opening and closing stanza]
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