In my dream I walked the corridors
of God’s chambers, amidst the throng,
where peace reigned over all I explored.
No lies, nor subterfuge in this space.
No glory sought, no fear of votes.
No trammeled hopes. Only grace.
As I woke today I prayed
for leaders with enough courage
to enter the political fray
and accept the challenges
of the world we now face.
We once believed in Sun-Kings,
those who governed by Divine Right,
expected to do right, or at least try.
Our expectations were very high.
Those follies fell at Runnymede.
The Magna Carta decreed
leaders would now rule by right
of the people governed.
No divine right is embedded
in constitutions of free people.
The rights of the people are unfettered.
No sins were excused in those who led
in place of God, nor in place of the people.
The vestigial remnant of Sun-Kings lit
the rule of law to be followed by all.
Now leaders are expected to sin,
and focus on nothing but how to win
the next election.
How far we have fallen from the protection
of expectations for the common good
blessed from those reigning above us;
leaders of conscience who obeyed
an inner voice which spoke
of heaven on earth awoke.
Now I wake, and being woke
am told to be woke is no longer a treasure.
There are those who prefer we remain asleep
while they seek to rule, their power to keep.
There is no freedom for those who sleep,
caught in false dreams and nightmares deep.
Woke seeks not false perfection.
But, provides the best direction
to heaven’s peaceful corridors
and a way to traverse freedom’s door.
Woke is the only way
to start a new era, or a new day.
annarino writes 