Dream In A Nightmare

Don't forget that a dream

is not always a good thing

Like this world that I live in

was once upon a time

imagination sublime

to a scientific dreamer

who dreamt of controlling

and drugging the people

with imaginary rings

through their undiscerning noses

attached to his strings

and pulled past the roses

to graze on the fallow

and told: "This is gold"

to keep them all shallow

never leaving the fold

to search greener pastures

which meantime are murdered

by drought and neglect

to profitable effect

no comparison left

between good or the bad

just to have or have not

of the fodder he provides

and which everyone buys

making him the rich king

of this world that I live in

which he secretly contrived

from a tissue of lies

the opium of zombies

in a gestalt society

where drunkenness outwits sobriety.

But don't forget that I can dream

my way out of this nightmare

where status isn't everything

and money has no w***e

and charities aren't excuses

for snubbing the poor

And those that followed fashions blindly

proclaiming s**t as literature

and literacy as genius

and ignorance as stricture

and art as popularity

and vanity as beauty

where monotony is music

and apathy is sanity

of belonging as a duty

and intellect profanity -

for each of the above, and all

the tyrants they let lead them

the writing is on the wall

of this dream of revolution

and they'll be first against it

when the revolution comes

facing a line of dreams with guns

and trigger-happy fingers.

But for now we are dreams in a nightmare

a secret society yet to be formed

all we need is a leader 

to write upon the wall

and point us the way

where we'll all hear the call

and unite through a dream -

Choose your side. That is all.

Reviews

[Crowley]

Its like a church that has grown and prospered and with growth came issues and because of these issues a few break off to form the more perfect church where everyone is recognized and soon it thrives and becomes too large etc...etc....etc...I loved this, the first half a monument to the feeling of those demonized by what they feel is oppression and the thumb of the man, the second half a realization and a lesson that the tyrannized support the tyranny in a way and the primrose path is the path that leads to yet another tyranny. How can there ever be a correct path when context is king and as such is predisposed to beheading its subjects.

[Alicante lullaby]

Ahhh..yes we can dream...the rebel,the non-confirmist in you bounces out in this one..human society has always been in dire need of change..the battle between the progressive forces and the orthodox but its a pity that we have been betrayed by those who promised transition...i thing change is only permanent when it trickles down to every person,to every eye that dreams...
have you read any of the communist literature?...wonderful.

[Ed Hart]

throw the sand against the wind, and the wind throws it back again