Last night,
I woke up from a dream
I dreamt of a World.
a World with no boundaries
that divided us by race
gender, class, or religion
We were tearing down the barriers.
I told everyone about my hope,
to understand our human race
and the World would understand me
with Compassion and Empathy
I saw Political and cultural barriers
were all gone,
only unselfish humanity remained.
I had to wake up and
open my eyes.
I saw a new World,
where dreams became reality
a World with no hatred
no prejudice
I could only hear
sweet melody of peace
A World, where we saw beauty in all
colors, shapes, and size.
realization became the prize.
After I woke up and opened my eyes
I saw The World wrapped
in streams of colored poems.
April 28/24, Mali Mann
No Border
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