New World

Was I wrong to dream?
Of a world of peace.
Where love forever abounds.
And hatred? But cease!
A world in which,
We all belong,
Of grassy fields,
And birdy songs.
The extinction of orphans,
How great it seemed.
That never again, an orphan
On this world, is to be seen!
Still in this dream,
I also saw,
No whale oil lamps.
No dead macaws!
No bloody stream,
Leading to dead elephants!
For the rich had all,
Taken heed!
That all are poor!
Once children bleed!
Then who am I,
But a brother’s keeper?
Yet am I thus?
That makes him weaker!
Am I the scourge of yesterday?
Which consumes life’s essence.
And dear souls take away!
Doth not my hands make?
Great machines of war?
Yet I preach peace!
One might ask, what for?
Oh how I long for the day,
When none shall remember,
The glories of conquest,
And it’s narcissistic splendor!
Still in this dream, I saw the past.
A time long gone, too long to grasp!
There, wealth existed unlike today.
In our interactions, our words,
And the very games that we play.
A time when gold was naught,
But a conductor.
And diamonds a useless rock!
But for mere luster!