Le Poète Rêve
He dreams;
Resting in an arm-chair
With his imaginations in clouds of pride
He dreams, he dreams,
About the world, glorifying it with wordy-spice to hide
E'en if its problems, he prays ne'er to bear
He dreams.
I dream,
About pleasing the hearts of men
And those who despise poetry with passion
I dream, maybe I dream,
To feel hatred with compassion
And to fall in love with the loveliest of all women
I dream.
We dream,
About what will be not
Like wishing we stood on the podium as God
We dream, foolishly, we dream,
But grace caresses the heart of those whose blood
Is for the sacrifice for those they hate not
We dream, we all dream!
(05-02-AD2011)
poem by Justin Okwarachukwu
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