The Passion Of Dreamers Poem by DM W

The passion of dreamers
Sets fire to the halls of injustice
And the false evidence burns
To a sumptuous whiteness

It rattles the Houses of Parliament,
And forces the windows wide open
So the fatuous speeches can fly out.

The passion of dreamers wipes away
The mist from the spectacles of the old.
It infects their creaking bones with new desire
And they laugh as if they were children again.

Even prisoners in totalitarian states,
And the scorned whistleblowers
Of the ‘democratic' West,
Imagine they see daylight,
When they remember
The passion of dreamers.


It runs across caustic systems that divide
And it reconciles rival regimes.
It longs for a time that unites all the tribes:
When all colours & creeds will blend into one.

What a curious thing it is; the passion of dreamers
High - flying and subversive: flexible & idealistic.
Long before rigid regulations; long before iron law
And the dusty, well worn pages of scripture
We felt the passion. Now we need to forego platitudes
And empty rhetoric. We need to differentiate
The spurious from the true. For we must understood
In our hearts the real meaning of freedom but alas so few do.