Dreaming Of A New World Poem by ian westwood

I’m dreaming of a world,
Of unknown places,
Vacant spaces,
Unwon races.
I’m dreaming of a world,
Of children playing,
Children smiling,
No more dying.
I’m dreaming of a world,
Of old men singing,
Lovers clinging,
Church bells ringing.
I’m dreaming of a world,
Of happy faces,
No more nations,
No more races.
I’m dreaming of a world,
With no warmongers,
Where no one suffers,
And no one hungers.
I’m dreaming of a world,
Just full of children,
With no more adults,
To maim or kill them.