hopeless dreams

A poem through the words of a repressed.

All I am left with
Is a dream --
A dream shared by
Many a
Hopeless dreamers
Like me.

'Tis a dream where
We still get killed,
But not for that crime
Of being born
Darker than our neighbors.

'Tis a dream where
Those rich still get richer.
But now, they do so realizing
We've made them
What they've become.

'Tis that dream where
Our women still get spoiled.
Only this time, they will be
Spoiled in pure love
This world had denied them so far.

'Tis a dream where
Our children still won't get a job,
But this time,
They will not be looked down
Even by those who stole jobs from them.

And 'tis that dream
Where our heart still trepidiates
At the mere thought of death.
But now, we know for sure
That we fear
Not of dying,
But of leaving a near-perfect world.

-- Arun Dhanasekaran

Author's Note

My first one on this site :)