Dreams
washed
by ancient rivers,
blew their way across vast grasslands
and generations of broken promises.
Dreams etched
on children's foreheads,
fashioned into amulets to ward off
the eyes of war, for the peace to come.
Dreams crept
through hedges of thorn and men with AK's,
wrapped dying cultures
in ancient parchments
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Dreams
flew
with an army of children on UN flights,
hid in adoption wards
in LA and Johannesburg.
Dreams detained
by praetorian guards armed
with paper resolutions,
drew a curtain over the revolution.
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