I Have A Dream

I have a dream.
That kids can be kids.
Untainted by slick, sinful, schemes,
bubble gum-flavored monstrosities.
In my dreams,
Kids play on swings, sip lemonade,
ride bikes until dusk,
get tucked in with prayers.
No one to hurt them, troll them,
use them, desert them.
The firehose of good and evil
remains plugged up.
In Eden they remain,
unstalked by sneering serpents
peddling cult Kool-Aid and sweets.
Unmarketed, unmolested, untouched
by human greed.
May the innocence of children
return to nest again
in the soft boughs of
a mother’s warm embrace.

For more on this author.