The Dream Poem by Macwolls Kay

It's a promise he made,
To the men and the women,
To be away was a shame to bear,

Etched in stone, the fire place stone,
A daily reminder, of a commitment he made.
All together held so firmly, dreams and expectations,
Bound together, so pristine,
Great expectations abound,

He set asail to a place so far,
Floating high in the morning wind,
Upon the towers he made his decent,
His presence is felt, ready to make a mark,

Radient rays, streaming through,
Awakened by winters morning sun,
Prowling through the endless streets,
Burdened by a system, rejected by a brother,
Broken promises, shaterred dreams.