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The Children of Dreamers

                                          


The children of dreamers

Emerge from the wombs of their mothers, 

Into a world, they watched inside, 

Their aura make the sun jealous as they make their first cry, 

Holding all the energies in their little hands. 

They make their way to create the utopias their mothers viewed, 

Charging up at every critical juncture

With a feisty mind. 

They watch their words becoming actions, 

Crawling out of every dark cave that traps them, 

Breaking the gardens of inappropriations, 

Guarding every door of justice. 

The children of dreamers love and love, 

Never making their hearts go jaded, 

Their love conspires to form a wormhole connecting dreamers, 

Where they plan their world. 

Their magnificent dreams, 

Challenging the realities, 

Lure many to sabotage the plans, 

Running tests on them, 

Questioning their parenthood, 

And jealousy whines like a wicked dog. 

The children of dreamers 

dance at the ecstasy of their threatening identities, 

Some would term them as a cult, 

Some would accuse them of witchcraft, 

And yet others would term them as traitors, 

To which they would laugh

Causing lightning to strike on earth, 

Tearing apart the Earth in two from top to bottom. 

Everything evil breaks loose, 

Consuming the wronged ones. 

And when peace is restored, 

the children of dreamers will rejoice, 

Finishing off everything that their mothers started. 


A.C



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