Written for Ferguson and New York
Dreams caressing the eyes
Of the awakened,
Sailing upon the crests
Of imagination,
Breaking off the past
From the future,
Celebrating the present.
Plenty of opportunities
To establish order,
Self-governing —
Not in fears and follies of man —
But in reason and persuasion,
Founded on benevolence,
With more pleasure than pain,
Leaving fear astern;
Where we do not shoot
And
Are able to breathe.