I See My Father SleepingA Poem by daninstockholmI see my father sleeping The only peace he knows is sleep Should we wake him? I see him sleeping And recall my youthful dreams of him All dreams, I suppose, begin in youth The young can afford to dream Smokestacks become cathedral spires, Then aspirations, fueled by the noble half of our nature, Grow higher, less noble, less precise, And ultimately, out of reach. Shall we tease him, throwing stones at his front door And then run away like children? Or shall we seek out others, Who blindly rest, secure in his bosom, Enticing them to fight our fights against him, By tempting their fears and prejudices, Knowing all the while that he will protect us?
But our father sleeps Wishing to share the dreams Of the children he has lost But in his slumber, he cannot protect Those who die in the streets everyday. I see the other dreams vanishing also, I see them vanishing on the faces of children who cannot eat, Of adults who cannot read, In the despair of a nation that cannot hope I see America dazed and I don’t know why
I see America sleeping Weeping, angry, I look upon that which I once called Father And I see the blissful ignorance that only sleep can provide A noble, slumbering, drunken giant such as him, Asleep on an ashen bed that once was our hopes, But I cannot forget, I cannot forgive, And I want to whisper into his good ear the words “WAKE UP” © 2015 daninstockholmAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on October 22, 2015 Last Updated on October 22, 2015 AuthordaninstockholmStockholm, SwedenAboutTime gives us moments made up of empty canvasses. How will you use yours? Happily married male, American born but now happy to be living in Stockholm, loves to learn and experience new things new p.. more..Writing
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