To Eat A Dream

A nation does not thrive on dreams
It thrives on the blood of working machines
A family is not fed by dreams
It is fed by the sweat of working machines
So, we must kill and eat the useless dreams
And in its stead raise working machines

To eat a dream, one must first eat the soul,
To eat the soul, a tasty affair old as time
Mounds of money traded for morsels of passion
All to be chowed on and chewed
Phantoms of fear bartered for bales of brawn
All to be sucked on slurped
Hapless hedonism swapped for crystals of love
Dissolved and devoured
With time the soul shrinks and shrivels a shell left of youth

Yet one must not stop there for the robust soul could rejuvenate
One must eat youth for a complete death
To eat youth, increase its importance
Make it a forbidden fruit in a peerless paradise
Its preciousness curved as a noose for the mind
Too stressed to age, wrinkles set
The higher life expectancy grows
The younger one becomes old
The old do not chase dreams
They chase chains and get families to feed
Impassioned,impoverished, imprisoned
Hapless, hopeless, heartless
Soulless, youthless ,youth,
Main ingredient for a working machine
Joining the listless silhouettes in the turning of the hamster’s wheel

Today, one robin less sings, as its tree has been cut
Today, one singer less sings, as for a saw he dropped his guitar
One less song, one less tree
All for the thriving of the country