My World Poem

My World

midnight in t-town

and i’m clinging onto

a serene slumber

i

the dreamer

travel to an ideal land

troubled by a nation that only grows weaker

i conjure up a foreign world

and take notes for future plans

the natural poet that i am

causes my pen to never cease

and like a thelonius monk

in a mysterioso land

i travel in peace

spotted a place where everyone

practiced what they preached

and each sermon had a quote

from the bible of brotherhood

kind version of course

and even though nobody there knew my name

i still felt like cheering all the same

as i watched a land emerge

where the only status quo was acceptance

and the small percentage sharing my minor hue

although relatively few

were no longer seen as a threat of civil disobedience

finally a home where the buffalo soliders could freely rome

the mud stained plains of the wild wild test of time

that history lessons place on young children’s minds

minds left tainted by false pictures of the past

strategically omitting certain lessons from class

lessons of roots

that connect the vines of yesteryear

with the fruit of tomorrow

and like an ali-fraiser rumble in the cerebellum

these wide-eyed pupils are bobbin and weavin

and not even believin endless harangue

of professor david duke

so they ignore the pain

and eagerly await the anti self hate study groups

crammin’ to pass this week’s love lesson:

care for your neighbor as yourself

guaranteed blessin

and teachers find themselves possessin’

the time to teach what’s really important

since here they are the highest paid profession

the world no longer blind to the fact

sees that no sum of money could pay a teacher back

for educating our future

bridging our past

and stabilizing all the in between

nevertheless they do accept an increase in the green

and then i ran into a man overjoyed at the sight

of no longer embodying a national plight

no blazing fire

or racial muck and mire

followed his trail to every job interview

like langston he too sang america

but the darker brothers who made it thru

were no longer plagued by the chanting drums

beaten by new workplace chums

“oh, he’s so articulate

he’s not like the others

he just speaks so well”

meanwhile youth who dwell

on the underprivileged side of the tracks

no longer face the strife of a hard knock life

trapped in the high stakes game shows

of cultural jeopardy

win loose or proselytize

and wheel of immorality

where the only way to win these games is to not play

and that was never an option

and then i noticed that eracism

was more than a t-shirt

here it was a way of life

for the offspring of baby boomin’ idealists

whose impact on the world made a difference after all

sparked a drive for peace in all

and started a coalition truly rainbow

in thought as well as living color

hand in hand they marched

thru poverty and thru greed

thru jealousy and thru ignorance

and all the fires of dissention

that place man against man

and from the dying embers

rose the sweet vibrant smoke of serenity

stretching out to all corners of the land

creating a universal love more supreme

than coltrane could ever dream

and then

and

then

i woke up

smiling

at what might

one day be

reality