Poetry by Jambo Stewart
I dreamed a dream of the night before,
When I awoke I was craving more.
T’was purer and truer than any real thing,
Where the people, they dance and the birds, they sing,
But a song of peace and a dance of love,
A happiness shining down from above.
When I awoke, oh my eyes, they burned,
Denying the truth that I had learned,
The land that appears in my own dream,
Does not exist, or so it would seem.
The world where I live is not one of peace,
You can plaster a crack, iron a crease,
But the scars of this world, remain forever,
My life is devoted to this endeavour.
To change for good, I’ll find peace only then.
Or perhaps I’ll just go to sleep again.