A Dream

The Phoenix rises

Hope made feathered flesh

From the ashes

Of impermanent demise.

The new age dawns

Freedom becomes a right

Not a privilege

That divides society

With imagined lines,

Thicker than battlements.

People toil

In harmony contented

As they share the bounty

Of Earth at peace.

Armies sleep

Their purpose disbanded

As nations deliberate

The lives of their citizens

Valued by far

Over power and riches.

Countries defy

The hypocrisies of the chessboard

And honour peace

Over propaganda of war.

Birds soar

The peoples’ spirit symbolized,

In living metaphors

Of freedom and hope.

The world turns

Completely ambivalent.