Dreams
By Ian Stevens
I look at the
people around me;
dream of all the things that
seem impossible
of all the things I dream of,
peace is what I want the world to see.
Making wars and sin abruptly
stop is unattainable and hard to reach;
a single man or woman could
every make such a
difference alone, especially
without everyone working together for peace.
Is the devil really that
frequently corroded amongst us?
Sins of murder, vandalism and
such just make me sick,
and yet I know that I can't win
alone but sometimes it feels like I must.
God, me and few others work
strenuously to try to stop the
wreaking of horror in the world
but haven't succeeded.
Everyday I only hope that love
will exist and all will absorb the light from the sun,
and no one will ever be hurt or
lurk in the dark again;
the whole world being a better
place for all of mankind,
perfect and beautiful without
the scars of sin.
Only the cooperation of people
will ever let us dream at least;
ending the pain and crimes will
be a long time to come from now
though despite the shadows,
there will always be a hope for peace.