We were ordered to sleep
we were ordered to dream
Dreams of white, dreams of gold
dreams of creamiest cream
We obeyed and we dreamed
of the colors prescribed
Then we woke up and screamed
then we woke up and cried
For our golds were all tarnished
our gods were all fake
Now we lie in our beds
sweaty, crying, awake
Too afraid and exhausted
to turn on the lights
More afraid of the days
than we are of the nights
And we pray and we beg
all the powers supreme
For new orders to give
us new colors to dream.
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Vadim Kagan
I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!
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Very nice my friend 😀