Remembering Golden Dreams and Visions

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Darkening clouds avenge the disharmony and distrust that has polluted the landscape of the land of the brave and the free. The morning rays of sun no longer shine on the shores of freedom’s gate. And dreams no longer stimulate or motivate the sons of patriots past.

REMEMBERING GOLDEN DREAMS AND VISIONS

By Al Garcia

Darkening clouds avenge the disharmony and distrust that has polluted the landscape of the land of the brave and the free.  The morning rays of sun no longer shine on the shores of freedom’s gate.  And dreams no longer stimulate or motivate the sons of patriots past. 

It is the dawning of the age of cowardice and fear.  When grown men bow to the power of coercion and extortion, while young men tremble and cower in the shadows of the radiance that America once was.  It is the awakening of the evil that lives within the mind of man, let loose by the ravages of time and the dormant savage that dwells inside of us. 

The golden dreams and visions of our past, trampled and squashed in fields of tears and shredded truths.The rising flames of hate overtaking and destroying the sympathy and trust that once defined and fueled the passion of our beating hearts. 

It is the dawning of the age of cowardice and fear.  When the stars above have lost the luster and the sparkle that once ignited the imagination and the ingenuity of thirsty minds and hungry souls in search of truths beyond the reach of man.  We have come upon a time in our America when it is best to shrink into the shadows in silence and in solitude for fear of retribution, or worse yet, the vengeance of an angry self-anointed god.

If we could only let the sun shine in to where the darkening clouds have overtaken the dawn’s early light.  If only we could once again proudly hail the twlight’s last gleaming rays of hope that still linger in this, our hour of need.  If only we could turn back time to when we believed in our America and in each other.  If only . . . . wishing made it so. 


Submitted: June 02, 2021

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