The Dream

7 o'clock
The man is awaken
By the sound of happy children
A respite in human heaven

To see the resplendent tropical sun
To see the Earth exhale
A beach greets you with hospitality
By the calm crystal surfs

A place where racism resolved
And soon dissolved
A place where poverty
Does not exist in the community

up
The man shakes my head and
down

Wakes up to the screaming cars
The man groans and there is
The start of a new LONDON day

poem by Shanthosh Suganthan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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