POEM: Dreams and Dictators

Dan Hook (guldann@ix.netcom.com)
Tue, 18 Mar 1997 19:25:35 -0500

I would appreciate any thoughts you might have on this. I would say this
is my best poem yet. Of course, this indicates two things, I don't write
much poetry and I don't write it very well. Oh well, I'm working on it.

Dan Hook

Dreams and

Living a lie from week to week,
Reinforced by those who tell them to be meak,
So that when after they die,
Everything under the sky
Will belong to them.

A humble dream indeed!
But it does not address my need.
I desire a world I can call my own.
I want knowledge and power beyond what mortals have known.
I want to live forever on earth.

Then they tell me it is a foolish dream,
But they are not what they seem.
Hypocrites all, they go and pray,
But they are back to living for earth when comes Monday.
I am not of there ilk.

My dreams are for the future, yes,
But they do not include my death.
For with the perfection of the nanite,
Comes the future in-finite,
Where sharing by none will mean plenty for all.

For this they would pity me.
I do not want the deluded one's sympathy.
All I would ask is that you not dictate
What you perceive to be the almighty's mandate.
To those that dream without constraint.