This is my dream
To see swords made into plowshares
To see the lion lie down with the lamb
To see drug dealers weeping
For the lives they have taken
To see their customers ask forgiveness
For the life they have wasted
To live in the inner city
With no sound of police
Domestic violence
Cries of a neglected child
To see play grounds clean
And filled with children at play
To walk the streets
With no fear of stray bullets
To see hand guns melted down
To create life affirming art
This is my dream
That blackmen/ blackwomen
Love one another
More than cars
More than houses
More than jewelry
More than jobs
More than social positions
More than money
That black peoples
Live in peace and love
As the lion shall do with the lamb
This is my dream
Let us dance in the night
Beneath a moonless sky
Blind to the world
Near the edge of the pit
Let the music rage
Fill our hearts and souls
As we dance violently
Near the edge of the pit
Echoes call out to us
“Watch your step, watch your step”
Disembodied voices saying nothing worth while
As we dance in time near the edge of the pit
What joy it is to be free
Twirling, twirling in the darkened sky
Free of the cares of the world
Slipping unnoticed into the pit of oblivion