The Dreamer♀ Poem by Mary McHeaven

The Dreamer♀



I was to dream
A land before time
When gold are merely stones
And pride is the only power

I was to dream
A life before now
Beyond complexity and madness
Where tale is an education

I was to dream
Only to be awaken
To witness abjection
Where pride is powerless

I was to dream
Only to be awaken
To see ignorance within arrogance
And words are meaningless

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Mary McHeaven

Mary McHeaven

Zamboanga del Norte
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