Charles Monroe

Dreams Of Kings - Poem by Charles Monroe

When the hills and the mountains someday are made low
And rough places made plain, and untended seeds grow
When the peacocks take flight and the crooked made straight
Until Justice rolls down like an avalanche quake
When the Great become evident, the mute become relevant
The New become citizens, the few become regiment
When proof becomes eminent, and all the Gold's bright-
Consumed by the bloom and hues of true light,
Devalued and weightless reveals its true worth
And Nature, refreshed conceives its New birth
When the kids on my street can have a true choice
And the armed and afraid stop shooting school boys
When the People stand up and refuse to stand down
When the greedy and proud repent with head down
Til the day every poison and venom tastes sweet
We can claim our restraints no more and break free
When the Dream of one King becomes true as plain sight
That's the day when the poets will no longer write.

Comments about Dreams Of Kings by Charles Monroe

  • Gold Star - 19,269 Points Ramesh Rai (10/6/2013 10:56:00 PM)

    Dream is indeed such a natural phenomenon where every thing is possible.. a great write. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 70 Points Maria Shaw (10/5/2013 11:43:00 AM)

    Wonderful writing. Excellent. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Abdulaziz Alagil (9/29/2013 7:34:00 PM)

    worst poem ever, take off internet please (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Gleb Zavlanov (9/1/2013 6:21:00 PM)

    An amazing poem! Inspirational, melodious and very meaningful. Great job and keep up the great work. Also, I invite you to read and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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