Just A Dream? by Ian Lewis Copestick

Brit Grit, Ian Copestick, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine

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I know I’m getting older,
what once was fury, is
now just sadness.
Where my blood would
boil, and I’d grind my
teeth, now I just shake
my head in disbelief.
I suppose you just get
used to people letting
you down. At one time
I’d shout, now I just
frown. Nearly all of my
idealism has been
beaten out of me, both
metaphorically, and
physically. It’s the last
thing I want to be, a
cynical, old shit, but
it’s where life has led
me, I can’t deny it.

I really wish someone
would prove me wrong.
Instead of selling out, be
pure and strong. Show
that socialism isn’t just
a nice dream, but a
workable, practical
scheme. Show that
money isn’t the only
deity, that we can have
a fair, equal society.
One race, the human
race, one people, one
blood. If one hurts, we,
all hurt. Universal love.

Yes, I’m a dreamer, but
I’m not the only one. Yes,
this is the world that we
could live upon.