Is It a Dream?

Is It a Dream?

Maybe life is not real
But a real big dream
Maybe my eyes will open
At any moment now
Then, I’ll realize
I had been dreaming for a while
Maybe my dreams will take me
To a place far beyond or below
Or to the other good half of the world
But then again, I’ll stop. I’ll think. I'll ask.
Is the whole world really real?
For yesterday, I saw three men killing three men
And today, three women, three children are ignored
But is that real? Or is it just another dream?
How can human beings be so unreal?

O! Sometimes I close my eyes so tight
To deprive myself of seeing this world
I prefer to dream-dreams of my own globe
Where hopes and kindness are still alive

My warm hopes would such dreams never slaughter
But in reality, my clock of life would tick, tick, and tick
I’ll be forced to see them all as naturally wicked
Packed in hate and fake accented love
I’ll be covered in tears, and in suffering
They’ll see our Mothers, our suffocating Sisters
Crying for help

At any precious minute now,
I’ll wake up under the moonlight
Face this world.
Face the struggles, the lies, the fights,
The hunger, all of your dominations too
But at this minute now,
While standing in this clashing field
I’ll look up at you. I’ll ask
Why stay awake here in your world?
Then, I quickly reasoned...
The other globe may be no more!
For it too belongs to you

Then, I’ll wake up briskly into my real globe,
In Somalia, In Ethiopia
In Mali, In Sudan,
In Haiti, “The Pearl”
They too are part of my world
My planet, my globe full of unreal dreams
Full of real tears
And full of real souls

(c)2002 Fania Simon/Yesayah!